Jennie Bragg is an Editorial Producer in CNN’s Money Unit
My very first word was cookie - raisin cookie to be exact. Family legend goes, it came out something like, "raymee cook cook." The details are trivial. The moral of this story is that shortly after I left the womb, I discovered my first true love: carbs.
As I grew older, my meal of choice became quite obvious: the basket of bread. Who needs to order at all when the best part of a meal comes at the very beginning, for free?
And so it was, for 24 years, that I lived the life of a glutinous gluten monster - until that fateful day. After about two years of terrible stomach issues and running from doctor to doctor, I was diagnosed with Celiac Disease. That's the no-carbs-for-the-rest-of-your-life disease (or at least not the good carbs).
Starbucks will offer a new plus-sized iced drink beginning this week.
The "Trenta" will be 31 ounces - one ounce shy of a quart - and available for iced coffee, Tazo shaken iced tea and iced tea lemonade.
The Trenta-sized drinks will cost 50 cents more than its current tallest drink, the 24-ounce "Venti Iced," according to Starbucks. The tallest hot drink is the 20-ounce "Venti."
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I am not down with O.P.C.
As a 15 year resident of New York City, I have seen some serious mess bubble up on the subway. I've witnessed self-soiling stockbrokers and a drag queen in the throes of a heroin nod eating a pink Hostess Sno Ball that had been rolling along the car's grime-caked floor. I have stood near the splash zones of all manner of bodily fluid exchanges and oh hells's bells - the endless, unclad 'nads.
So what in the name of all that is holy would drive a person to think the subway is a dandy place to gobble down a chicken dinner?