A couple months ago, I walked into the office and smelled chocolate. Then I cursed.
Hot chocolate is probably one of my favorite things about winter. Correction: It’s probably the only thing I actually like about this season. But to not be invited to a hot chocolate taste test? Evil. Pure evil.
I love the women over at D Home, though, so I won’t hold anything against them. Anyway, here’s a snippet from their latest issue. It’s a good read.
Four editors sampled hot chocolate from six local spots on a recent 29-degree day. Disses were thrown. Drinks were spilled. In the end, only one cup of goodness could win all the marshmallows.
