This weather has hot chocolate written all over its frosted mien. The need to sip on a steaming mug of cocoa enriched with some vanilla, honey and a splash (just a splash) of foaming hot milk is strong today.
I have given up on pre-mixed hot chocolate packages, preferring to make my own mix to be jeujed up as I please.
Sometimes a sprinkle of cinnamon, sometimes a drop of orange flower extract..as befits my mood, as befits my will.
It was with the single-minded pursuit of dunking my body in a molten concoction of richness that I set about towards the kitchen only to be distracted by a lone plate languishing about in the sink.
A sink that isn't empty and dry is enough to send me twitching into epileptic convulsions and within moments I had the situation under control, except I forgot the reason I'd actually gone to the kitchen.
hmph, I brewed me some hot coffee and it was while foaming a splash of milk that I realized I was supposed to be making hot chocolate.
gah!
And so I sit and sip and sulk.
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