I don’t like the Pumpkin Spice Latte. I know I’m supposed to, but I don’t. I don’t think it’s good. I think it’s too sweet. I think there are better things on the Starbucks menu.
Every year, everyone I know waits impatiently for fall for the first PSL of the year. Me? Not so much. If I wait for anything it’s winter and the Gingerbread Latte. Tall, half-caf GBL–that’s my winter jam. Roomie goes for the Peppermint Mocha, partially b/c of the sprinkles. I could get on board with sprinkles.
But pumpkin flavoring? I just can’t do it. It’s like drinking a pie. It’s weird to me. And I know that the gingerbread is like drinking a cookie but that’s not as weird. The consistency of the pie is what freaks me out. It concerns me that, in theory, someone could have purreed and strained a pie then heated it up, poured it in a cup and slathered whipped cream on top. Well, whipped cream never concerns me–it’s the rest of that process that makes the PSL icky to me.
And yet, despite these worries, every year they keep rolling that PSL out. And people flock to Starbucks to get the first of the year. Then they Fbook and Tweet about it. It’s as exciting as if it were the first 2-hr delay of the year (which, by the way, I miss). But it’s just coffee. In theory, you could stock up on pumpkin flavoring from CoffeeMate and rock the homemade PSL all year. But you don’t. You wait and you pine all summer long and then you rejoice.
And I don’t get it.
Because I don’t like the Pumpkin Spice Latte.
I may be the only one in America who doesn’t, but I’m okay with that.