I love hot chocolate.
I have declared my love in many blogs before, but I will say it again, especially as this is the perfect time of year for it, in all its brown velvety glory.
The weather here has been miserably fog-bound and “dreecht”: a Scottish word meaning that kind of cold wet that crawls up your back and chills between the shoulders – damp, dull, dismal – with only the occasional sparkle of sunshine. When the sun does come out, Vancouver takes to the streets.
