I drink coffee. Not an unreasonable amount, but… enough. And I’m picky about it.
I have a nice, midrange espresso machine, and I roast my own beans using a handcrank popcorn popper on an old white gas Coleman stove.
I steam the milk right in the mug, then pull a double into it. The result is what I call a snakebite cap. Not exactly art, but function over form. I don’t have time to play with milk; I have writing to do!
I don’t know if this helps my writing, but it sure doesn’t hurt.