Big love comes in small stickers

Love is ...

when you are crabby for an unidentified reason, even though you could come up with twenty reasons, but you know none of them are actually it ... and your husband is cleaning up the kids' craft area ... and he finds tiny stickers ... and he walks up quietly beside you and puts one on your hand because he knows it will help make everything all better. Because it will make you happy inside that he knows you need something and he knows a tiny coffee sticker means, "I love you, feel better, here's a little coffee to help you find your happies, and I love you."

 

My husband is awesome. My sticker's still on my hand. And I'm still happy.

Cafe bombon

It may be pretty, but boy is it overwhelming! Double shot of espresso with sweetened condensed milk in a 1:1 ratio. Definitely not for the weak of heart. No, really, if you had a weak heart this could probably kill you.

To explain the sweetness ... I drank it with a glass of milk like I would do with rich cake or brownies. I had only made it through half of it after 45 minutes. At that point, I filled the mug up to the brim with milk so I could finish it ... and then washed it down with another glass of milk.

I'm glad I tried it, but I think it's pretty safe to say I won't be trying it again.

Anyone out there a cafe bombon fan? If so, how?!?! But, for real, if you're a cafe bombon fan, how do you handle the sweetness? I love desserts and rarely, if ever, think something is too rich. But this was too much for me.