I’ve never learned to like the bitter taste of coffee. I love the smell, but the taste, um, not so much. I mean, every once in a while I’ll have a little coffee with my cream and sugar.
Until.
Until our latest adventure in Puerto Rico. My son and daughter-in-law took us to breakfast one morning. DIL ordered a mocha, which turned out to be a cup dipped in Nutella and then plunged into Oreo cookie crumbs. The lovely pink mug was then filled with the chocolatey-coffee beverage, and a creamy heart was painted on top.
