Every post lately feels like the how-to paragraph I first learned to write in 2nd grade: how to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (or as Hal calls it: a peanut butter jelly and sandwich). First this, then that, next, finally. It’s a mirror to our regimented, first-this-then-that days right now, where every single hour is accounted for. Can you hear it? The 11 am chimes of the pumps are humming now, Hal’s singing the same ole “is it lunchtime yet?” chorus, and Linnie’s legs are bouncing to the beat of it all.
Pandemic or no pandemic, we’re on house arrest, shackled by baby naps and feedings and pumpings (long story, I’m exclusively pumping for now). I learned fast slow with Hal, that I needed to schedule something into the overbooked days for myself, something to look forward to. Because despite being a homebody who loves rhythmic days, these days have a way of making me a little nutty. So after lunchtime and nap time and bottle time for Linnie, just before TV time for Hal, is coffee shop time for mom.
This summer I’ve been making Iced Maple Cardamom Lattes (‘Mom Lattes for short). The idea for this simple drink was inspired by my favorite latte from a little town called Lusten, at a coffee shop named Fika, on our trek up North to the cabin. Fika translates to coffee break, which is an understood, universal, planned daily break in Sweden. Maybe you don’t need a baby or a pandemic or anything else to take good, simple care of yourself every day. Twist my finger and pull a shot of espresso: it’s coffee break time.
This is one of those no recipes, recipes, where all you need is a dash, a splash, a glug, a handful, a pinch, and a shot—of milk, ice, cardamom, maple syrup, salt, and espresso. Let your tastebuds guide you on the specifics.
Either way, take a break. You don’t deserve it; you need it.