This morning I was a bit hung over, so I went for it. I lost my gingerbread latte virginity. When she asked if I wanted whipped cream, I knew I was being naughty. My toes wiggled.
But the problem with these so-themed festive coffees is that a hint of gingerbread makes you crave the real thing. Now I want the cookie. Screw the coffee.
So instead of enjoying an exceptional latte, in my mind I'm now trying to chug down a piss-poor excuse for a cookie.
That's why you got to stick to the chai when you're feeling festive. You can't eat a chai. The chai latte is infact the ultimate experience of chai. It doesn't get any more tangible. You can't want more.
The lesson: don't drink what you can dunk.