I really don’t like coffee at all, unless it’s heavily flavoured and full of milk. So it’s not really coffee anymore at all but just a sugary and milky latte. I do love a good catch up in a coffee shop though, usually with a good friend or cousin. Talking at high speed about all sorts is very therapeutic and coffee shops across the nation must act as a very helpful outlet for a lot of venting.
I find myself chucking the not too much sugar vow straight out the window in December. It’s the fault of those novelty Christmas hot chocolates. I usually want to work my way through every single one, just to try the new flavours. I’m still trying to pluck up the courage to try the salted caramel one. Mixing salt into a mmilk drink just feels so wrong. But I need to still try. The problem these days is that cutting down on sugar through the year has meant I find it all really sweet. I still power through though, like a dedicated hot chocolate trooper. I must try them all, including the Black Forest hot chocolate I tried this week. Until I eventually get to the end where I throw in the sugary towel and feel a tiny bit sick.
I then resort back to ordering a good old pot of tea and some cake, usually of the carrot variety, and you’ll find me trying to get my coffee mate to eat more than half the cake, because I’m trying to be good. Throw in Christmas novelty biscuits, Christmas savoury snacks, Christmas tins of chocolate, and December suddenly becomes really hard, doesn’t it?