There is when I make it.
You're doing it wrong. It's chocolate syrup and seltzer. It's basically a kind of chocolate soda stirred into a high froth.
There's some particular kind of chocolate syrup that was common in Brooklyn they favored too.
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There is when I make it.
You're doing it wrong. It's chocolate syrup and seltzer. It's basically a kind of chocolate soda stirred into a high froth.
There's some particular kind of chocolate syrup that was common in Brooklyn they favored too.
They do usually have milk, no?
There's some particular kind of chocolate syrup that was common in Brooklyn they favored too.
Fox's U-Bet. And Jesse's right -- it also has milk.
It also works a lot better if you've got an old-fashioned seltzer bottle. It doesn't foam up right if you just pour the seltzer in.
You're doing it wrong.
I will not attempt to serve it to you. But using cream instead of milk is never wrong.
I do have an old fashioned seltzer bottle but I prefer to use the sodastream. Foams up fine either way.
Oh! I thought of you people yesterday when a coworker confessed to getting a chocolate bagel -- she said it went against her childhood rules, but as she put it, "My mother is a New York Jew, but I'm from Oregon!"
I did not tell her, "Eat a muffin, whitey!" but I thought it!
"Eat a muffin, whitey!"
It is something that pops into mind often when passing through the bakery. This is not a bad thing.
I am still at home and should be at the office. I am paralyzed by my list instead of actually dealing with it.
This would explain why my brain is all "Man, what the hell is wrong with you, body?" and my body is all, "SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE."
shrift speaks for me. Pollen vortex. Fuck this planet.
Fox's U-Bet. And Jesse's right -- it also has milk.
Married to the grandson of a NYC soda jerk here, I can attest that Hil and Jesse have it right.
I ate a blueberry bagel last week at work, and I sternly told myself, "Eat a muffin, whitey!" But there were no muffins.
I have a big event at 10 and have reached the point in preparation where I go to the bathroom every 5 minutes because I am nervous. Sigh.