Today I looked through a cupboard I look through multiple times a day, but this time, I found a surprise:
A single-serving packet of drinking chocolate that I vaguely remember buying.
It is possible this packet of drinking chocolate traveled with us when we moved from Utah nearly five years ago.
I did the only thing I could think of to do with chocolate than might be more than a half-decade old: I prepared it as directed and drank it.
It was sublime.
Unfortunately, the company seems no longer to make this drinking chocolate, so now I’m hooked and have to go on a quest to find another way to make a rich, chocolatey beverage with just a little bit of chili-pepper kick. This situation might call for a road trip to French Broad Chocolate Lounge. (It takes the merest of excuses for me to start planning a trip to Asheville, North Carolina.)