We're off to Paris to meet a friend of my daughter's chez Angelina to partake of what will surely be my last chocolat chaud of the year, but worse than that, it will be the last one for the foreseeable future.
At least I'll be enjoying arguably the best of the best in Paris. Chez Angelina, one could eat the hot chocolate with a spoon, rather than drink it -- and then there is that huge dollop of unsweetened whipped cream that floats on top. . . Oh, the wonder. Damn the calories.
January 2nd (no, not the 1st!) I'll be revisiting Dr. Dukan -- big time.
A demain with something special.