It is to each his, or her, own when it comes to finding a way out of the doldrums. Some, I know, sing away their despondency, which is something I can never do because my pipes are broken, in a manner of speaking. Others, I have seen, in Shakespeare’s words, “plague heaven with their bootless cries”. There are those who, tragically, turn to drugs like Sherlock Holmes to stay the boredom. Then are there are the ones that dive into a box – or boxes – of chocolates. As for me, I jump into caramel, anything caramel – caramel cupcake, chocolate bar with caramel filling, ice cream bar with caramel, you get the point – like crazy.
The one caramel variant missing was Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccino, which I learnt of from an old elementary classmate, which is her favourite Instagram and FB photo subject apart from her corgi named Kirin. She is now based in Chino Hills in Los Angeles and turns to a venti Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frap to get through a very trying day at work. Curious, I got myself one when I was in San Francisco last summer and was completely won over. Actually, I was very caramel-giddy.
It was a rarity in Indonesia until this month when Starbucks included it in its beverage menu. After sipping one 10 months ago at the Polk Street outlet, I was happily sipping a tall size Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frap (Rp50,000) at Metropolitan Mall in Bekasi while plodding through the remaining 40+pages of Dickens’s The Old Curiosity Shop. It’s not like I’ve experienced metanoia but, at least, all is copacetic in the world until the next frap.