Most of the year I am in mourning for the Pumpkin Spice frappachino at Starbucks (yeah, yeah, FIRST WORLD PROBLEM, I get it, Tony). But it’s as if I gotten over my long-dead partner because I have found a new love, the HONEY frappachino. I usually begrudgingly order a Caramel frap until autumn returns, but HONEY, in comparison, seems so light and airy and happy-go-lucky! I can’t possibly be drinking like a bajillion calories when it’s only honey, honey!