I’ve been at a conference for work, which meant coffee, coffee, coffee. But at night, it meant Vanilla Comoro, Vanilla Comoro, Vanilla Comoro! Yes, I drank it three evenings in a row. So comforting and delicious.
I am happy to go back to my kettle and tea tomorrow! I feel as if I have lattes flowing through my veins instead of blood. It ain’t pretty.