But I did make the best latte I've ever made.
It was sublime. The milk was textured, not frothed. I remembered to warm up the glass. I hit the exact right quantity of coffee for the perfect shot. I poured it over the silky milk and watched it meld with the milk, a beautiful coffee and cream blend. I didn't spill it at all when I took it over to the table (I carry plates, bowls and glasses like Julie Walter's waitress in the Two Soups sketch, which is not ideal for a waitress. I seem to have the constant DTs or something). I
It was perfect.
And that made me happy for a millisecond.
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