Saturday, September 29, 2007

a testimonial for Starbucks hot chocolate

I am more than happy to provide a postive testimonial for an outstanding product or service. Of course, I am also happy to provide a negative testimonial for a poor product or service.

Starbucks' hot chocolate is by far the best that I have come across. Wegman's is a close second and still on my favorite list but you have to make your own. The stuff they call hot chocolate at McDonalds and Dunkin Donuts shouldn't even be fed to your least favorite swine.

A venti sized Starbucks chocolate jo fires me up for 4 hours of jittery nerve am concentration and savory pallette wonderment.

Monday, September 10, 2007

another simple pleasure

Don't you love an infectious laugh. A road trip with the girls or a meal at a resturant or a spontaneous chat at home are all venues of continuous light hearted banter. Stories of people doing stupid people things. Reliving past faus pax's. Making fun of ourselves, family and friends. All three of my ladies have infectious laughs. It's a true joy having them on a roll.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

a simple pleasure

I love the final serving from a large sized dried cereal box. You know that fine powdery dust that clings to the wax paper lining and hides in the box bottom crannies. There aren't many foods that truly compete with this product except perhaps Ben and Jer's Chocolate Chunky Supreme or StarBuk's venti sized hot chocolate with the real cream topping.

Days can not possibly start off better than with a bowl of Cheerios or Chex covered with a fine oak or corn flour dust that makes a delightful mushy paste when mixed with ice cold milk. Forget the berries and raisins on this serving as they only detract from the unique pasty flavor.

One quickly learns that the only way to get to this wonder food is to pull the paper liner from the box and gently shake the clinging product into the bowl. I'll sometimes have a second serving just to get to this long awaited culinary delight. Not many things twist my roids more than someone getting to the box before me and denying me the pleasure of one of manmades best palette pleasers. Hiding the box until the next breakfast has been the modus operanti for years.

Why not just smash the cereal with a big hammer and create the fine cereal dust? Just not the same and only a true dried cereal dust lover would understand.