WHITE FLUFFY STUFF! FALLING FROM THE SKY! AND NOW ITS ON THE GROUND! WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?
No but pounds of free cinnamon swirl coffee cake sure do take the sting out.
Me: Got a grande white mocha at the bar!
Customer: Um, is that mine?
Me: Did you order a grande white mocha?
Customer: No, I ordered a grande...
where the hell is the firefly fandom
I need you
It’s all about listening to the milk. I know it seems weird but I promise you I’d have a harder time steaming milk if I was deaf than if I was blind.
There’s a distinct sound the milk makes when the steam wand is in the right place to aerate it. You know it when you hear it, you probably just dont realize it. You’ll have to teach her to listen for that sound.
Its not impossible, you’re just going to have to be patient.
so true, I can make an extra dry cappuccino with my eyes closed
A coarse, rough grind is like the white boy, moving way too fast in the middle of the dance floor and fucking it up for everyone.
Fine motherfuckers know to move slow, and make the liquid drip right.
LOL best description yet!