A daily Starbucks purchase has become a ritual in our family. I tried to fight it. I tried to resist. I tried not to become another one of those suburbanites who spends upwards of $100 a month on designer caffeine. That plan died on the vine the day that Kimi and I attempted to replace our Venti lattes with a couple strong cups of drip coffee. Four hours later, we were parked in the Starbucks drive-thru, holding our aching heads in our hands.