This morning as I grabbed my strawberry frosted Pop-Tart and headed out the door, I decided I really didn't want the "toaster pastry" for breakfast. I stuck it in my bag as a back-up but decided that if the line didn't look too long at the Dunkin' Donuts drive-through I would pick something up there.
As luck would have it, the line was short. At 52 degrees it isn't really an iced coffee day, so I decided to try a White Hot Chocolate with my bagel. I figured the "white" part meant it would be less likely to stain should I pour it on myself. Imagine my pleasant surprise when I took my first sip shortly after entering the barely moving traffic on the parkway and realized what I actually had. This was not white hot chocolate it was hot WHITE chocolate. It is like drinking a white chocolate Easter bunny. Life doesn't get much better than that.