I bought one of these at Starbucks today. It’s called a Chantico. As a lover of all things chocolate, I figured I’d give it a try. I mean – drinkable chocolate . . . for someone who loves to suck the Hershey’s Syrup right out of the bottle – this had to be for me! It’s 6 ounces of warmed, drinkable chocolate. I don’t mean like a hot cocoa, or anything like that.
Imagine the smoothest, richest, most perfect chocolate bar you’ve ever tasted . . . then melt it and pour it in a cup and drink it. The texture is thick and I found that I really could only have a drink or two before I reached my Chantico quota. I had to share it with my daughter – – who was more than happy to help her mother out with this.
The first few sips were absolute heaven! I was sure that somewhere in the top floor offices of the Starbucks corporate world, behind a big mahogany desk in a corner office with a view, sat my soul mate. The one person in this world who had reached deep into my mind and touched the inner reaches of all that is me. This person – my soul mate – came up with the idea of drinkable chocolate! I want to meet this person! I want my picture taken with them! I want to buy them a cup of coffee and sit and chat about life for awhile.
Err . . except at 390 calories . . apparently this person ignored my hips and thighs completely. And 190 calories from the 21 grams of fat!
I think one a year will be my treat to myself. Oh, but it was heaven!