So deciding to stop by the famous L.A. Burdick’s in Harvard Square recently was perhaps the best decision of my day–of the week, even. I went with my good friend Janice, who, like a steamy beverage, always warms my spirits. And between some good laughs and a delicious cup of liquid silk, my serotonin rose to a record high. I floated out onto Brattle Street in a cross-eyed, chocolatey haze.
(I will get on my soapbox about this, though: L.A. Burdick’s used to be a place you could park it with friends; not anymore. They seem in recent years to have cleared out more than half of the original seating area to put in a full wall display of gift boxes and other Burdick’s merchandise. Boo. Major misuse of space. I saw a line out the door of people craving chocolate but with nowhere to sit–and a lot of fancy expensive chocolate gift boxes that were going nowhere fast. What were they thinking?)
You can, by the way, do this at home if you take good quality dark chocolate (for an amazing bittersweet brew I’d opt for 68% cocoa content or higher) and shave it right into warm milk (or soy, or whatever your nut milk pleasure). And when you do, I promise you, you’ll abandon all foolish powdery mixes for good.
The holidays are breathing down our necks, people. And resistance is futile–and pointless, if you ask me. Why. Why would we deny ourselves something as sweet and sensual and serotonin-enhancing as this little cup of joy? Especially as the chill sets in.
My advice for you: Make it a point to enjoy something delicious–if not a hot chocolate, then something else–and enjoy it slowly.