food for thought.
PROBABLY THE BEST HOT CHOCOLATE IN THE WORLD
This Christmas is going to be different from the others, isn’t it? Normally by now I’d be complaining to everyone (friends, colleagues, neighbours, the postman – and you, probably) about the blizzard of lists I’ve scrawled in notebooks, cluttering up my head, on my phone, scribbled on scraps of paper by my bed, stuck on the fridge. Some of them are helpful lists: ingredients; side dishes, their timings and required serving dishes; how many extra chairs need to be dragged up from the cellar or down from the bedrooms. Other lists are so cryptic that I can’t remember what they refer to five minutes after I’ve written them. And I love it.