It’s important to note that the cinnamon spice tea is, in fact, some sort of mildly alcoholic beverage.
Because it’s not coffee.
Not even remotely.
Now the other night, I bent and made myself a Mexican Coffee.
(This is before I came down with a real, tangible fever and decided that tea at 10 o’clock at night was perhaps a better choice than coffee. This just goes to show how feeble-minded I can be under the influence of a fever.)
I had no idea that such a thing as Mexican coffee existed until I went to Cozumel, Mexico, and attempted to order an Irish coffee. The waiter politely informed us that they did not have the ingredients to make an “I-rish” coffee, but that I would most likely enjoy a Mexican coffee.
He then went on to explain that it had ice cream, whipped cream, and tequila.
Tequila? Why didn’t you say that first? Did you even have to ask if I’d want one?
But then, alas, the drink order never arrived. So here I was in coffee-interruptus for nearly a month, having ordered a delicious coffee beverage that I did not, in fact, receive.
So I took it upon myself to make one while I was making a rootbeer float for my child. Scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, dark magic coffee, tequila, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup.
The first thing I noticed was how smooth the ice cream made the coffee and how well it blended with the tequila. Then, being an incorrigible whipped topping licker, I attempted to siphon off all the chocolaty whipped cream with a masterful side cup sipping technique. Then I sipped the coffee, and it had already incorporated the chocolate, tequila, vanilla, and cream into its general coffee goodness. So I reasoned that I could go ahead and enjoy the ice cream before it all melted. By then it was a small spoonful that sipped up in delicious cold contrast to the heat of the coffee. I savored the rest of the cup and decided that I should ban myself from the knowledge of its making if I didn’t want to die from over-exposure to delightfulness.
But that was the other night, when I did not have a fever. For me, fever = no milk based anything, not if I ever want to get better.
So tonight it is cinnamon spice tea. With whiskey. It makes it quite palatable.
Now I can just hope that I will knock this fever out and be able to enjoy a trip to the beach tomorrow.