Romanticizer and Geek-in-Residence

-by Lauren

So the cat’s out of the bag–I’ve got a bun in the oven.  I’m expecting. With child. Contracted the fetal

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parasite. Which means…all yummy things are now verboten.  Like alcohol. Sushi. Brie. Deli meats and thus all subs. And…to some extent, caffeine.

Sure, you can have about 150 mg – 300 mg of the stuff a day, according to the experts.

But that means that if you have a grande cup of Starbucks, you’ve maxed your caffeine allowance for the day. So basically, you gotta watch yourself. And it’s a pain in the ass.  Especially this time of year, when all those pumpkin spice milkshakes–I mean–lattes, are being peddled at every coffee shop. And of course you can’t just ‘grab a cup of coffee’ with people in the same casual way you once did…you have to think about how much you’ve had already, do the math, and so on.

I’m here to say, stop bothering with caffeine counting.  Try a steamer.  Which is, in case you’re getting a weird image of like, a steamy pile of horse dung–is nothing like that (sorry but that is REALLY what comes to my mind when I hear the word ‘steamer’. It needs a re-brand.). It’s basically hot, frothed-up milk, with a shot of whatever flavor you like mixed in.

I had one the other day and it was DELICIOUS. Not as teeth-achingly sweet as a hot cocoa, yet still satisfies that frothy, hot, yummy beverage craving that we all get from time to time.  I had a shot of hazelnut syrup in mine and it was pretty close to nirvana.

So, even if you’re not pregnant, don’t forget about the humble steamer. It deserves some love.