I bought this about a month ago; I’m not entirely sure why then and not many trips to the grocery store before. I haven’t opened it because it has memories attached to it that are happy, but not relivable. When I’d go to the trailer in summer and stay with my Gramma and Grampa, probably before I was 10 or so, Gramma would often make cocoa for me in a brown mug (that I only recently discarded because it broke) in the evenings often after swimming . It was always a special drink to have as it wasn’t as sweet as hot chocolate, but still delicious and only Gramma made it for me. I was very happy and comfortable and loved.
I made it for myself last night. It tasted almost the same, but not quite since I only followed the directions and never paid attention to how Gramma made it. Like as I’m writing this, some nostalgia swelled inside my chest. I really miss those times even though I am happy and comfortable and loved now too.