I never thought it could be possible to be so excited about coffee. But in the land of espresso, finding caffe' Americano is like finding $10 in your pocket on laundry day - complete joy because it is completely unexpected.
So you can imagine my delight while browsing through the coffee aisle at Esselunga with Mamma G., I found American coffee- and even better- it was flavored! Because nothing with me is easy- I don't just want American coffee- it has to be FLAVORED American coffee. There is nothing better to me than a cup of hot, flavored coffee in the morning. But not flavored with those sicky, sweet syrups some coffee bars put in the coffee- the flavor has to be roasted with the bean. I know- AMERICANS! That is my husband's response on this topic.
What a process it has been so far to even have it on hand. For my birthday in March, I asked my dad to send me some. And he did but it cost $40 to ship (costs more for the shipping than the coffee) and the supply was gone in three short months. Then came the frantic call to my mom to ship me some coffee....once again, gone in a few months. I then tried stocking up while in the U.S. this summer but I didn't estimate correctly how much I would need to get me through until the next trip to America and alas, that stock was depleted by September. At which point we were in Greece and I did find American, flavored coffee but again, I didn't buy enough. You would have thought I would have learned by now to stock up on supplies like I did when I lived in Miami during hurricane season but.....no.
They say it's the little things in life that bring the most joy. Now, meno male (thank god), I have found coffee in Italy.
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