all I want for Christmas is a cappuccino. America just can’t get it right and I am dying over here. something about it encompasses every bit of Italy that I love… the reminder to take a minute and enjoy something you love; the soul of a people in something tangible; and, of course, the rule that prohibits a capp being drunk post-11am is the very essence of the crazy Italian culture. it was my favorite morning tradition for so long and I just feel incomplete with out it (#firstworldproblems). maybe if I’m really good Santa will find a way to fit this in my stocking?