Posts Tagged ‘swiss miss’

it’s cocoa for coldo

November 18, 2014

mes amis

in honour of it being a whopping 29 degrees today, i’d like to celebrate the first truly cold day of the season with a hot cocoa from none other than dunkin donuts.

ma che buono

ma che buono


oui mes amis that chain is germane to a day like au jour d’hui!

my sips take me back to a more innocent time. a time when zipping my own coat wasn’t even a concern .. if i buttoned myself i received high praise .. my attendants tucked in my own mittens, naturellement. si, amici miei, i was spoiled as a youth and have been forever ruined. sledding and ice skating were always followed by hot cocoa interludes. i ruminate on ice-skating especially. my frugal father, a new englander through and through, would always bring a thermos full of hot cocoa, claiming our swiss miss superior to whatever was served at larz anderson, the park where we skated.


the anderson rink

the anderson rink

i loved drinking from the thermos between bouts on the ice.

but more than that i loved seeing my father in this new context. mon pere on ice was a private thrill, a revelation. this man, so reserved looking in his usual monday through friday business suits transformed into a graceful swan on le rink. never a show off, he’s simply inform me he was going to take a few laps on his own and off he’d glide, leaving me in the ice dust and in awe. plus, he always wore old fashioned hockey skates as though it were the 1940s! remember, this was a man that insisted on keeping the toboggan from his childhood in our basement though i don’t think we ever actually used it. “piece ‘a crap!” my mother might have proclaimed

they do glide

they do glide

and so i salute my poppalino, a man who still recites bits of ancient greek he learned in high school yet watches fox news with reverence, on this cold and olden day. here’s to the contradictions that lie in our hearts and souls!

a presto,



hot chocolate, the sistine and corpsing

December 27, 2012

mes amis–

on this blustery day, darkening at an early hour,
at a time when we are between years
–the end of one; the start of another–
i would like to take a moment to give thanks to one of the wonders of our world.
hot chocolate.


i first learned about the drink as a youngster in brookline, ma. though brookline is known for its close proximity to beantown–and its preponderance of ph.ds!–the township is hardly urban and in fact boasts some fine parks (some of which were designed by frederick law olmstead himself!) i recall bundling up for a jaunt of sledding at the amory park hill nearby and looking forward to swiss miss delights upon my return home.

an alpine delight

an alpine delight

later, in my european years, i indulged in all manner of hot chocolates: from chocolate chaud to cioccolato caldo.
mama mia!
these were creations of another kind. more pudding like but every bit as tasty.

molto europeo

molto europeo

i just took part in my first proper hot chocolate of the season, spontaneous. an idea that occurred while i lurked by the elevators.  i was sans coat so i absconded chez dunkin donuts, a boston institution where i feel at home. for a mere $2.28 i was transported back in time and space. sitting at the kitchen table. legs a-dangle. filled with tales from sledding, bangs on my face and an imagination at work for an afternoon of make believe play.

ah youth!

in other news, i must share with you two total delights on this, the 27th day of december. get yourself to the sistine chapel soonly unless you look forward to getting vacuumed! this article in the guardian describes of a most desperate effort on the part of the italian authorities. they will endeavor scoparti before entering the chapel. (get your mind out of the gutter! i mean scopare in the literal sense, not as the slang term… what you do after hours is your business. hmph!)

i must say, the one and only time i visited the sistine–on a sojourn in rome, mind you–i was a bit jostled and felt the fetid–not to mention putrid!–smell of other humans. there are more divine smells, i’ll have you know. i hope it goes well and look forward to chatting with benedict soon. we skype every so often…

ooh and this last tid bit also from the guardian: do you know the phrase corpsing? i didn’t. but i am well versed with the practice. in my salad days i often corpsed alongside my improvisational colleagues. ’tis one my favorite theatrical activities. i love to see it onstage both as a player and as an audience member.

c’est tout for now mes amis!