Today is my birthday. I am 31 years old. For such a long stretch of my adolescence, birthdays were something I dreaded. I would always allow myself to get over excited about the day, build up an unrealistic idea of what wonderful, magical, things would happen
When the weather turns hot and muggy, nothing satisfies me as much as a crisp and cool iced coffee. This is illogical or course, as coffee is not hydrating in the least, but that sudden hit of caffeine helps me fight the inevitable headaches that often come with bright days and overheating. While on most days I’m a stickler for black coffee, I’ve recently gotten in the habit of adding a little bit of excitement to my brew a la spice (and in an ode to my favourite hot coffee version). So instead of opting for plain old almond milk to make some dreamy iced coffee’s, I’ve been all about the homemade horchata….