My chocolate heaven

Today I happened to be in Williams-Sonoma, browsing, ogling expensive cookware, when I came across their very own hot chocolate mix. Now I'm not necessarily a lover of everything chocolate, but there's nothing quite like a mug of steamy hot chocolate on a chilly late fall night. When I popped off the lid and realized that it was essentially a big tin of bittersweet chocolate shavings, I fell instantly in love.

Powdered chocolate mix?, it said to me. You thought that was good?, it mocked.

Well, people, have a look at this:


Powder is for pussies.

Tonight I came home, warmed a pot of milk on the stove, and slowly whisked in some of the beautiful brown curls of chocolate. It turned into this creamy, rich, dark chocolate almost-sauce. Then I poured it in my favorite mug and settled in to watch Gray's Anatomy.



I would not be lying if I told you it was the best mug of hot chocolate that I have ever had. Nor would I be lying if I told you that at more than one point I thought to myself, this is better than sex. I would not even be lying if I told you that those few precious moments - drinking that orgasm in a mug, watching beautiful men being all manly with scalpels and stuff - was the best "me" time I've spent in a long, long time.