Several blogs earlier, I mentioned the Winter phenomenon of making coffee with hot chocolate in it. Most people in the real world would call that a “mocha,” but I figured calling coffee with a packet of powdered hot chocolate in it a “mocha” would be stretching the definition and challenging the Kitchen gods in an unhealthy way.
I’ve spent the past week or so in Troy because of a series of miscommunications and mishaps, but all in all, it’s been a wonderful time; no complaints here. Today I returned to my parents’ house.
Most of the day, I slept.
Then, once wakeful, I decided to make a cup of hot co-coffee. The coffee pot was off, so I guessed I would have to warm it up in the microwave, and we had milk in the fridge, so I said, what the hell?
Little did I know that Hell would soon be answering my rhetorical question.
I poured some milk into the cocoa/coffee mix, and I popped in the microwave for a minute. When I checked on it, the concoction wasn’t hot enough, so I popped it in for another minute.
This was a mistake.
What had been an innocuous attempt to make a decent cup of coffee resulted in Hell breaking loose in a volcanic eruption of chocolate lava and steam in the confines of my microwave.
The chocolatey magma in the microwave did cause it to smell festive.
This wasn’t nearly as difficult to clean up as you would imagine, and it wasn’t a terrible loss, but I had to use the last packet of hot chocolate to make the next cup.