For the poopsmiths...

Today I shall resurrect a post I started about a week ago but got too lazy to post pictures. I dedicate it to Krystina. More than a dedication, though, I consider this post an In-Your-Face-Sucker! moment. Bask in it. I am.


I was bored as I sat on my couch this evening. Nobody was home. Scrubs was over. The dogs had just been walked. There was not a whole lot going on. Did I want coffee? No, it was just a little bit too late for that and I've already had my self-imposed espresso quota (one per day, otherwise the convenience of it will overpower my weak, weak willpower).

So what should I do? Make myself something sweet? But I wanted something warm. I had nutella... and milk... And, wait... Could this work? Well, might as well research.

My first research tool, of course, was to ask Krystina. As she texted me no, I was already searching the world wide web (I was anticipating this answer and wanted a second opinion before I got the first).

The world wide web gave me a resounding yes. Where my friend had said "no", the anonymous world said, "Oh mama, bring it on!" Maybe this is why people love to date online/ find friends online/ play World of Warcraft. Okay, that last one was overkill. There just may be no excuse for WoW. But I tried.

So I tried. I saw a number of variations with cinnamon and espresso and such. I just wanted to stick to the basics. (Though I did add some dark chocolate to the mix.)

And the result?


See how inviting that massive, massive mug of hot cocoa looks?


It lights up an entire room. Like a beacon of warmth. And deliciousness. And chocolate-hazelnut goodness.

Eat my poop, smiths.