For some months now, Saturday around half five-ish (after the daily visit to my dad who lives in a care home) has meant a trip to the local Borders to mooch around the latest books, CDs and magazines and always finishing with the highlight of the trip: coffee and a sweet treat from Starbucks. The return to the menu of my all time favourite, the Gingerbread Latte (drool, drool), is a sure sign Christmas is on its way. I NEVER resist the cream topping on the basis that I must be saving loads of calories by choosing the SKINNY lemon poppyseed muffin if there are any left. (I usually choose a nut-laden biscotti if there aren't which is probably not so skinny). I love coffee, I really do. I probably drink far more than is good for me but hey, everyone deserves a treat and this is mine.
