[m i a o w] the cat

No. Not that cheesy seventies band that make me want to operate on my own ears whenever I hear that hit tune (I’d mention the name, but I’ve programmed myself to forget it). This hot chocolate changed the meaning of hot chocolate for me when I had it (…wait for it) last week in Spain. (How long will I be able to keep saying that? Ooooh. About one more day. *sigh*). Check it out. My spoon stood up by itself, supported by the power of the chocolate.

I'm too sexy for my cup, too sexy for my cup...

Obviously from now on whenever I order a boring old Hervey Bay hot choc, or even an inner city Melbourne one, I am doomed to disappointment. I have to get a new hot drink habit. Fast.

(And just as another bracketed aside - like I don’t have enough - when I put the < center > tag above the picture I initially mistakenly typed < canter > - think of the possibilities!)