We didn't have eggs, so we made vegan waffles...
Nectar of Life. I've been an addict since I was thirteen years old. It was almost an inevitable situation; while some are genetically predisposed to breast cancer, baldness, bad teeth, etc., I was environmentally predisposed to the caffeine culture. I live in Latte Land, the Emerald City, Seattle, WA. Where Starbucks haunt every corner, tempting you with the latest 400 calorie mocha chip triple venti frappos. Appealing, no? Through a series of circumstances that pushed me towards needing three cups of joe in the morning, ie/ a competetive swimming schedule of eight practices a week, five of which were at o'dark hundred, I was hooked. In my seventh grade class, while some still brought juice boxed in their lunch, I was nursing a starbucks cup, perpetually filled with my regular double tall latte, or double tall soy latte. For the longest time I thought that I was taking the healthy route, you know, not drinking said mocha chip artery cloggers. I was wrong. Ironically, here I am, writing, and having my third cup of black coffee, Go figure.
