steam·er.

The mixture of milk and flavoring; warmed + froth.

Delight.

Last winter the Farley family introduced me

To homemade steamers

I have always loved steamers

Even though I only experienced them

 when I could talk someone into hopping in the car--

usually in the wee hours of the morning,

 to head down to Common Cents

Once we got there, it was a 50/50 chance their machine would

be on and functioning

The steamers would always be more HOT than flavorful

But I never complained

I'd just wait for my taste buds to bounce back

And then I would work on convincing

 someone (Kellie) into giving Common Cents another go

But with the help of the Farleys,

My world transformed

 I was able to count on having a steamer--nightly

And that is precisely how often I treated myself

Consistently

Until I had polished off each of their flavorings,

Every last steamer cup,

 and milk (on more than one occasion)

I literally brought a gallon of milk to their house because

I felt so awful about my terrible obsession

Of course they never said anything

They have always treated me like family

And so, I guess...I maybe got a little too comfortable

For my birthday a few months back,

Guess what my in-laws gave me?

(along with sickening amounts of other gifts)

That is right.

Steamer stuff.

They also had to restock their supply

(sorry)

I got five bottles of flavoring

And this is fancy, mail-ordered, top-of-the-line flavoring

I don't know if I was more excited or embarrassed

When I opened that gift

But the truth is, we just barely busted out

Our steamer-maker the other night

Here at home

And I remembered the bliss that accompanies

the steaming hot, but now not too hot, flavored milk

And you can put your money on me making

steamers nightly, once again

We tried gingerbread--

It didn't disappoint

hers                    +                     his

Steamers + Home + Husband + The Office + Pajamas

=

My favorite date night

EVER.

PS I love winter