I made a buttermilk custard pie with actual fresh buttermilk from the local dairy coop. And lo, it was well worth celebrating.
Also, I managed to find a restaurant that makes real hot cocoa. One hour before closing. All they had left was the last bit of the pot, the stuff that's been stirring and bubbling so long that it has effectively turned into a melted chocolate bar. And oh, woe was them, they were going to have to throw it out if it didn't get used.
So I threw myself on that grenade, and got four mugs full of free high-octane hot chocolate in the middle of a sleeting cold night.