I don’t drink milk. The closest I would probably come to milk would be reading the label ‘Milk Chocolate’ off a sinful package of much-needed daily dose of cocoa-laden happy pills. Mmmmhmmm… So when people talk of drawing on childhood nostalgia dunking bite-sized cookies in a tall glass of milk, I’d probably be the only one in the room with a different childhood altogether.
I don’t drink coffee. The closest I would probably come to coffee would be hanging out at Coffee Bean, engaging in the sinful delight of its Boston Nut Brownie. Mmmmhmmm… So when people talk of having the best afternoons dunking perfect biscottis in the depths of their coffee cups, I have to admit that I don’t have the faintest idea what that would taste like.
But I still like dunking food in my drinks. More specifically, biscuits in my cup of tea or Milo. And as of yesterday, I’ve introduced a new dunkee (?) in my cup, the oft-mentioned one in the caffeinated world, ie biscotti.
