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Winter's coming and as much as I hate the cold and wet weather, there's a big part of me that is very excited because it's (drum roll, please)...hot chocolate season! A little drop of sunshine during an otherwise bleak season. I have recently started walking to and from work and my route conveniently takes me perilously (in the calorific sense) close to Amorino, which serves the best hot chocolate in London that I've come across. I can't wait to walk home with a steaming cup of that sticky, sweet nectar - it's pure pleasure. For now, I'm being a good girl and making myself wait until it's just that little bit colder (can it really get colder than this?!). Good things come to those who wait and I can't wait for the things that I'm waiting for!
In the meantime, Jessie and I have made a promising alternative - red bean flavoured soy milk. It looks like chocolate milk and kind of tastes like hot chocolate (the milky variety) but it's not as sweet (a good thing in my opinion, surprisingly!) and doesn't come with the requisite side dish of guilt. Note here that I have made an unfounded presumption that the red bean paste we mixed into the milk is healthy since it contains beans. At least, I think it contains beans...it's probably packed with sugar and goodness knows what other preservatives, which the Chinese seem to be particularly fond of using. I'm in denial.
Now, I am eagerly looking forward to the next bout of miserable, autumnal weather (most likely tomorrow) so that I can make myself a big, steaming mug of comforting red bean flavoured soy milk, snuggle up on my armchair wrapped in a cosy blanket and contentedly listen to the rain as it pounds the streets of London. I'm looking on the rainy side of life...and it's looking rather good!
In the meantime, Jessie and I have made a promising alternative - red bean flavoured soy milk. It looks like chocolate milk and kind of tastes like hot chocolate (the milky variety) but it's not as sweet (a good thing in my opinion, surprisingly!) and doesn't come with the requisite side dish of guilt. Note here that I have made an unfounded presumption that the red bean paste we mixed into the milk is healthy since it contains beans. At least, I think it contains beans...it's probably packed with sugar and goodness knows what other preservatives, which the Chinese seem to be particularly fond of using. I'm in denial.
Now, I am eagerly looking forward to the next bout of miserable, autumnal weather (most likely tomorrow) so that I can make myself a big, steaming mug of comforting red bean flavoured soy milk, snuggle up on my armchair wrapped in a cosy blanket and contentedly listen to the rain as it pounds the streets of London. I'm looking on the rainy side of life...and it's looking rather good!
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