I’ve always been a “double-double” kind of girl. Anyone who is a regular coffee drinker will, of course, automatically know what this means. Perhaps somewhere in the world – in a place that is much more exotic than Canada – that expression might be taken to mean something edgy or risqué. But alas, here on the frozen tundra of the Great White North, it merely stipulates my Tim Hortons order of choice.
I think I finally acknowledged the extent of my relationship with Tim Hortons when Elissa was a toddler (she is now eight years old). I remember her being under two when I drove up to the window of a bank machine to take out 20 bucks. As I rolled down the window to insert my bank card, tiny Elissa yelled out from her carseat, “Double-double!”
OK, so maybe I have a small problem. They say that admitting it is the first step, right?
The thing with Tim’s is that it’s not always just the coffee. There are the donuts, which I have to say I am usually able to resist. Too much sweetness at one time. But the Timbits…well, they seem so perfect. They are just the ideal little spot of sweetness; somehow having just two seems so much better than having a full donut.
So knowing my history, you could imagine that it was a bit strange for me to go through the Tim Hortons drive-thru this afternoon and place my revised order. That is, a coffee with NO sugar. I’m happy to say that I did it; I ordered a small coffee with two creams. But it really doesn’t roll off your tongue quite the same way when you’re talking to that little metal speaker.
It tasted different, of course. But it wasn’t quite as bad as I thought. The coffee was nice and hot today (anyone who goes through Tim’s on a regular basis knows that the temperature of the coffee is a bit of a crapshoot), and that made a big difference. Despite the coffee tasting decent, however, I did find myself craving sugar this afternoon. It’s like clockwork; around 3 p.m. I just crave something small and sweet.
Coffee in hand, I stopped at Farm Boy to pick up a few items for supper. In the entrance, the display of fresh pies was taunting me. Oh boy; maybe this was going to be harder than I thought. But then something amazing happened. Farm Boy had cheese samples available. And while coffee and three-year-old white cheddar seems an unlikely combination, it worked. The cheese seriously filled my craving.
I was pretty pleased that I made it through day #1 of my sugar-free week. But I felt even better about it when I compared notes with Elissa – the impetus for my sugar-free challenge – who sailed through her day as well. She even turned down the offer of a chocolate coin from a friend at school; now that’s worth something.