December 22, 2010 § 15 Comments
As we drove from the airport up to my parents’ house, sparkling fat snowflakes swirled through the headlight beams and across the road. Sure, it wasn’t ideal driving conditions, but it didn’t matter because everything else about it was perfect. Home for Christmas, a white Christmas, what more could you want? We woke up to a soft, luminous world freshly blanketed in snow. Perfect for snow angels, and skiing, and plain old flopping into snowdrifts. Which was pretty much the entire agenda for the day. And will be the agenda for tomorrow as well. That, and drinking hot chocolate. Oh boy is it ever hot chocolate time!
Being a devoted daughter of Mother Winter and Father Snow, hot chocolate and I go waaaaaaay back. We have an incredibly close and special relationship. A little too close, potentially. I can’t even keep milk around because if I did I would drink far more hot chocolate than my system could possibly handle. I have memories of one of the first times I ever had a cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream. I couldn’t have been more than about four, but I remember taking a sip and entering into a reverie as I tasted the warm darkness of the chocolate contrasted by the sweet cool cream, and that amazing, unctuous foam of the whipped cream as it melted. Good hot chocolate is downright other worldly. And in my opinion, it really needs the counterpoint provided by the whipped cream – no one can sell me on marshmallows, I’m afraid – in fact, I keep adding new layers of whipped cream as I make my way down through the mug. That borderland where the flavors and textures mingle is the best part! « Read the rest of this entry »