After the tragic throwaway of my Coffee-Mate Tiramisu creamer by a thoughtless coworker, I drowned my sorrows. In coffee. Going back to Tiramisu so soon would have been too painful, so I sought solace with his World Cafe countryman, Hazelnut Biscotti. Sure, Hazelnut might just be my rebound creamer, but he's still sweet and creamy. Authentically Italian? Not really, but Hazelnut Biscotti still makes me want to ride a Vespa with a man rocking copious amounts of hair gel.
Friday, September 26, 2008
international intrigue
After the tragic throwaway of my Coffee-Mate Tiramisu creamer by a thoughtless coworker, I drowned my sorrows. In coffee. Going back to Tiramisu so soon would have been too painful, so I sought solace with his World Cafe countryman, Hazelnut Biscotti. Sure, Hazelnut might just be my rebound creamer, but he's still sweet and creamy. Authentically Italian? Not really, but Hazelnut Biscotti still makes me want to ride a Vespa with a man rocking copious amounts of hair gel.
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