Floor Me

  A couple weeks ago I found a recipe online for Nutella Hot Chocolate. Yes, I am one of the millions who has been infected by the creamy hazelnut goodness that is Nutella. Plus, the recipe was simple which is always good news to me because even though I really love cooking I've had some, um, issues in the kitchen, such as setting off fire alarms and thinking 3/4 a cup of sugar meant 3 or 4 cups of sugar. Nothing too major. 

  But this was easy enough: One cup of milk in a saucepan, two tablespoons of Nutella, stir over medium heat until Nutella is completely melted into the milk. 

So after (thank goodness) successfully making the delightful drink I tried it and liked. But! That is not the end. After about a third of the cup it became much too rich for me and I couldn't handle any more. 

  Ah. Then. Then a lightbulb exploded in my brain. Coffee plus Nutella hot chocolate.

My friends, I've always heard the expression "I was floored" but I never really understood until I had the drink that is two part coffee one part Nutella hot chocolate. I took a drink and ended up actually falling on the ground in something of a strange bliss. 

Perhaps I was already a bit giddy and that just maximized the experience, perhaps if I make it again I won't get the same rush. But in that moment with three close friends watching in wonder as I fell to ground, I was happy. I'm not an expert of happiness or on being floored. And honestly it probably won't do the same for you. I hope it does, though, because it's a memory and an idea to keep tucked away so that someday if I open my coffee shop I can have a drink called "Floor Me" and maybe sometime it will effect someone else the way it did me. 

  After all, it is isn't really about the coffee, it's about the experience.