My brother asked me back in December what I wanted for Christmas.
A chocolate bar. Good dark chocolate. Just one, doesn’t take much to make me happy.
He bought me a case of Endangered Species Chocolate Extreme Dark 88%. And I (and Michelle when she’s been home) have ever since been gratefully breaking off just a little and melting it in our hot chocolate every morning.
I opened the box just now to grab one for my trip and found it was the last one.
“I’m going to take this with me and share it with Morgan in our hot cocoa there.”
Michelle: “Does Morgan drink hot cocoa?”
“He will when I get done with him.”