It's been sraining, or maybe rowing? Anyway, it's been raining and snowing most of the day here, and I was craving REAL hot cocoa - the kind made with milk and Hershey's cocoa and sugar and vanilla on the stove when I got home from a treacherous drive back from my friend Monica's house...
(I just have to stop, here, and tell you all how grateful I am for such wonderful friends who take such good care of me. I have so many awesome women in my life who hold me up when I'm feeling weak, and who help me out in so many ways. I hope I deserve all of you, and I hope that I manage to repay all your kindness, someday, when I'm getting sleep again...)
Anyway, the cocoa. So I was making it, and I thought, "You know what this needs??" and I got crazy, or what passes for crazy when you're a 35 year old married mother of three, and I threw in a tablespoon of white chocolate chips and a tablespoon of semisweet chocolate chips. I let those melt, and I topped my cup with whipped cream left over from Thanksgiving and a little cinnamon/sugar mix sprinkled on top.
Good heavens, it was almost as good as rum.
Baby just woke up... *sigh*