chocolate-covered pretzel juice

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I think we’ve all been burned by Starbucks’ more creative offerings. The Gingerbread Latte tastes about as much like gingerbread as grape candy tastes like grapes. And the Skinny Mocha tastes like soap.

Even the Eggnog Latte, while tasty, is mostly just a latte with extra cream and sugar.

But I am of the “more is more” school of food, so there’s no weird new flavor I can resist trying, and half the time I like the over-flavored crap that people with respectable palettes hate (see eggnog latte). So of course I had to try the Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate.

Reader, it was amazing.

Like a liquid chocolate-covered pretzel, which is one of my favorite chocolate-covered foods.

You have to try it. But whatever you do, don’t make the mistake of looking it up online, in which case you’ll accidentally stumble across its calorie content and discover why it’s so damn good.

Comments

Peter Varvel said…
Sold! To quote the early years of MTV, "too much is not enough!"
October 21, 2008 at 9:18 PM
Unknown said…
sold. i'll try it.
October 21, 2008 at 10:15 PM
Cheryl said…
PV: That explains my love--it's MTV generational.

V: I wish I could hand out free samples in mini paper cups the way they do at Starbucks.
October 21, 2008 at 10:39 PM
Prince Gomolvilas said…
"Like a liquid chocolate-covered pretzel"

...That sounds like heaven in a cup!
October 21, 2008 at 11:42 PM
Cheryl said…
More like Temptation Of The Devil in a cup. But worth it.
October 22, 2008 at 1:10 AM
Schrodinger's Kitten said…
You need to try the sea salt caramels they have at Trader Joes - they are this drink in little cubes.
October 26, 2008 at 11:21 AM
Cheryl said…
That would pretty much be mainlining it, wouldn't it?
October 28, 2008 at 3:34 PM
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