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For Liz

By August 24, 2009Food

Because the September 1 return of the Pumpkin Spiced Latte at Starbucks seems so far off, you can now stave off your seasonal addiction with a few simple steps and ingredients. If you’re like Liz and I, you wait all year for the Pumpkin Spice Latte, and instead of a cup, you ask for an IV. I think they put crack in there and just mask it with extra pumpkin spice.

So hold tight Liz-bon, we’ll have our drug soon! If only you could hoard it and save it for year-round enjoyment.

Pumpkin Spiced Latte


  • 3 cups hot whole milk
  • 4 teaspoons white sugar
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
  • 6 ounces double-strength brewed coffee
  • 3 tablespoons sweetened whipped cream
  • 3 pinches pumpkin pie spice


Combine the hot milk, sugar, vanilla extract, and pumpkin pie spice in a blender; blend until frothy. Pour the mixture into 3 coffee mugs to about 2/3 full. Pour 2 ounces coffee into each mug. Garnish each mug with whipped topping and pumpkin pie spice.

{recipe by Kat via Allrecipes}
{photo via The Chronicles of Conception}


  • Samantha says:

    I’ve had serious meltdowns over cups of Starbucks Coffee; now I swear they’re putting crack in it. No other coffee does this to me. Just Starbucks. So I do believe you are right…also, after I read it, I turned to J.D. and screamed “See! She thinks there’s crack in it too!” Of course that only worked against me.

  • Jes says:

    yeah Sam, I don’t know that I’m a good reference for rationality or sanity. It’s like saying….well, there are too many examples. But seriously, there is something in that coffee, because at least once a week, like clockword, my debit card slides out of my wallet, and I slink over to Memorial Union and order coffee and either the marble bread (which I found the recipe for!) or the “LF (insert fruit) muffin.”

  • Samantha says:

    I’m telling you, they’re brainwashing us! Every time I see a Starbucks (did I mention I’m not allowed to buy any coffee there now), I start whimpering and J.D. has to steer me away from it…but I guess I’m better off without. I guess……