You know what sucks big time? When you do not have a wonderful photo to showcase your most favorite drink. Of course I have LOTS of excuses for this sad picture but I am not going to revel in it. Instead I am going to elaborate on my journey to this splurge of mine. Any South Indian worth his/her salt will tell you what a pathetic lame of an excuse is Starbucks coffee. (err....Those who are looking daggers at me, you can say the same about our coffee - I am generous that way - see?)
So after 2 years of making weird faces that was a caricature in itself, my husband (probably cos he has had enough!
) suggested that I try the Strawberry Frappucino
. Since I was busy sulking, I did not care to think about what really went into this new drink that I was sure to dislike. Me - such a positive ray of sunshine..!
. But one sip later I was in love. Crazy in love. For the first time EVER in my life, something pink really bought out the girl in me. It had me floored so much so that the next few times had me ordering the same again and again...and again. Like an eager cook (yes, I like to claim that...) I searched the whole Internet for a recipe to ape at home. Nada! Nothing! Nyet! Zilt! Yes, I got scores of information about the calories in it which I think is the only reason I have been content about my failure to find an original recipe. Agreed, I do not have it with the whipped cream but still.