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I love coffee. Mostly coffee that doesn't taste exactly like coffee, but still: I love it. What, you ask, is that coffee sitting upon? A pregnancy wheel. You know: one of those dealie-boppers that help you calculate how far along you might be in your pregnancy based upon your LMP (last menstrual period) and calculate the estimated due date.
Yes. That was my coffee. And my pregnancy wheel. In my previous life - before moving to Myanmar - I worked in reproductive health. I calculated women's gestations all day long. I also drank coffee all day long.
In the small city I lived, there were multiple drive-through coffee shops. Even Starbucks. YES. Drive-through.
(If you didn't know I was American before, you now do. We have drive-through everything.)
I had my favorite spots. About three or four of them. I loved one of them so much, I changed my driving route to work - making it slightly more out of my way - just so I could pick up my scrummy sugar-free, non-fat, caramel macchiato "drinkable" temperature. I'm not kidding: I ordered the temperature of my coffee. You can do that in America. God Bless it.
I totally miss my drive-through coffee stands.
All Rights Reserved. This is actually not a drive-through coffee. It's a coffee - a very yummy one at that - from the famous Trophy Cupcakes in Wallingford (a suburb of Seattle). Their cupcakes are H-E-A-V-E-N!
Luckily, there are really great places to get coffee in Yangon. I frequent them. A lot. In fact, I need to end this post now because I'm off to...
go get some coffee!