"The pumpkin cream cheese muffin is back at starbucks!!", read Andrea's text message. I screamed.
It was morning in the Henry Street Burrow. Begging Mr. Miller to delay his bath, we rushed--sand still in our eyes--to the Starbucks two blocks away. The staff failed to celebrate the arrival of the pumpkin cream cheese muffin (PCCM) on their chalkboard outside, but there, under the glass, lay a row of PCCMs: golden orange with spices, a dollop of cream cheese, and sprinkled with candied sunflower seeds. We bought two and walked to the park to have at them.
Happiness...
It was morning in the Henry Street Burrow. Begging Mr. Miller to delay his bath, we rushed--sand still in our eyes--to the Starbucks two blocks away. The staff failed to celebrate the arrival of the pumpkin cream cheese muffin (PCCM) on their chalkboard outside, but there, under the glass, lay a row of PCCMs: golden orange with spices, a dollop of cream cheese, and sprinkled with candied sunflower seeds. We bought two and walked to the park to have at them.
Happiness...
4 comments:
HAHAHA! i'm so tickled to hear of your response. i was just wondering last night if you had gotten my text... :) so happy you were pleased. i indulged in a IGNEIPSL (iced grande nonfat easy ice pumpkin spice latte) myself this morning. except the 100+ degree weather detracts slightly from the idea that it's supposed to be "fall" here...
I see a bulge! There must be a baby in there!
making me hungry... :)
Keith takes baths?!
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