Drive. Thru. Ever since two children and two car seats have been added to my one little life; these two words (drive + thru) make my strapped-down heart sing. And when the drive thru is serving caffeine? I praise and worship that mermaid goddess of mercy delivering life through my driver’s side window.
Can there be any better way to get a steamed venti?
Just when I was sure the answer was “Hell, NO!” I found a little blast of heaven on earth at Volcano National Park on the big island. It’s a new sort of streamed venti:
Mmmm, EARTH GAS! Earth Gas! Warm-n-steamy earth gas. Mama never felt (or smelt!) so good.
Seriously, you gotta try it. (And, seriously, I need a boob job, stat. Does that come in any kind of drive thru? Paging Dr. Glassman to the blog read- by- no one for a publicity opp. )
Lovin’ the BIG island, and my soon-to-be BIG boobs,
and holy smokes.