No coffee, just the thick frothy foamy milk my daughter loves! With chocolate and marshmallows please!
I had a strange experience the other day, I was hanging out with my daughter Peach one of my absolute favourite things to do. I will often visit a cafe with her, I obviously like coffee and she loves to order a babycino (fluffy in some parts of the world). When the barista took my order they were clearly unimpressed that I had ordered a babycino, a range of emotions stirred inside me, never before have I had the urge to say "do you know who I am?" "I am a barista too! I am Scottie Callaghan! And I love making babycinos and I love watching my daughter knock one back!". I held back the urge, blurting out emotional thoughts based on ones own arrogance never helps anyone.
But the interaction did make me want to post this blog, I mean who could have any feelings other than delight at preparing a babycino and watching this!
I order babycinos all the time at places where I know the owners and baristas and they always make Peach a great drink and she loves it.
And I make them for her at home all the time.
News flash to arrogant sod coffee makers, "So long as you think customers should think the way you do, and drink the drinks you like you are not a barista you are just a coffee maker, get over yourself and realize it's not about you it's about the customer and put passion into every drink you make or step away from the espresso machine!"
Ahhhh the things being a father makes you say!
