Honorable mention
In my quest for outstanding cappuccinos, I now place Daughter-Kate, aged 9, in the rankings.
It’s Sunday…the day when Mama takes a well-earned rest and indulges in a luxurious morning lie-in. There is a barely perceptible knock on the bedroom door. Kate comes in with a made-with-her-own-two-hands cappuccino. ‘Here, I thought you might like this,’ she says and sets the cup next to my bed.
Wonderful presentation. Not too much foam. Not too sweetened. I’d say she’s nailed it on the first try.
Life’s not so bad after all in the post-Barista-Guy-era.