I’ve perfected hot cocoa. I’ve created the cup that I always wanted, but nobody else could give me.
All of my life, the cocoa has been too thin and runny—too much like liquid, and I didn’t want liquid. I wanted a dense chocolate cloud in which to lose my sense of direction. To my great joy and greater girth, I finally solved the mystery of how to manifest this vision into reality. My cocoa is as thick as seafoam, yet flows enough to drink, each swallow like a warm hug from inside.
