What we have here is a lovely bit of fluff, perfect for poolside or beach. On What Grounds, by Cleo Coyle, is a cozy mystery revolving around and in a New York coffee house. Up until page 105 anyway, where drinks orders are being taken in the coffee house. We came to a shrieking halt right there. And, I quote:
"Double tall cap, get the lead out!"She raves on a bit more in the same vein. Now, being a decaf drinker (on the few occasions I do drink coffee) you might see how this kind of prejudicial rant could annoy ME. First off, I love the TASTE of coffee, whilst having a negative reaction to the caffeine. As I mention to others, making similarly offensive, snobby remarks, some of us are actually, naturally caffeinated, i.e. high metabolism. After drinking a cup of full strength coffee, I might find myself lying awake for maybe 3 nights, listening to my heart race. And I do LOVE getting my sleep in. Not at all wan, don't complain of any allergies, etc. etc., sorry, and no acid reflux here.
Sixteen-ounce cappuccino with decaf.
A shudder ran through me as I glanced up and saw the wane, (Typo note: do you think she means wan?? Wane being a verb?) pale, overanxious face of the man ordering the decaf.
Okay, I'm sorry, but decaf drinkers annoy me.
Expectant mothers I can understand, but lifelong decaf drinkers give me the creeps. They're usually the sort who have a half-dozen imagined allergies, eat macrobiotic patties, and pop Rolaids like M&Ms when their acid reflux kicks in from anxiety over the Chinese restaurant's delivering white instead of brown rice."
So, we might ask ourselves, why should a request for decaf annoy anyone, unless they #1, don't have any available, or #2, are possibly feeling guilty about being clinically addicted to caffeine? Personally, so glad not to be.
Luckily for us readers, the remainder of Coyle's book is free of derogatory attitudes. I might even read the next in her series, as the bit of romance, mystery and NY grit - which can be enjoyed especially from afar - were good.
To celebrate I'm having an iced coffee. Just perfect in the heat of summer. This is a drink that I first had in Australia, where "the Yank" was known to peculiarly enjoy iced tea. Now on an occasional Saturday morning, when the crowd of women leave my home after a meeting, there is a quarter pot or so of coffee left. Add some honey, stir well with ice cubes, cinnamon and cream. Voila! A great drink, even if it might be made with decaf. Ha ha. Nothing like an opportunity to do my own ranting. We'll send this along to Beth Fish Reads for her Weekend Cooking meme.