You Go, Glenn Hot Cocoa

There’s nothing I loathe more in life than the months of January to March. What is there to look forward to beyond layering your Burberry scarves for cold weather? Layering, in general, is probably the most annoying action in the entire world, only behind waiting in line at the DMV. Can you imagine having to layer up to wait in line at the DMV? Just throw me into oncoming traffic, please. My idea of winter perfection, however, is lying naked on a bearskin rug in a cabin by the fire, with jazz playing in the background, sipping a hot cocoa with literally no effs to give. And if I’m lucky enough to ever find myself in this setting (the Wall Street husband needs to swipe right on Tinder) and not in the slushy streets of New York, this is the cocoa I’d prefer to be consuming in mass quantities.