There are certain things I really miss about home (other than my family, of course). I miss the mountains. I miss the smell of the sagebrush after rain. I miss the bright stars at night. I miss Stephen's Gourmet French Vanilla hot chocolate.
Tonight I was watching 50 First Dates and I started thinking about white chocolate. It's really not chocolate at all, is it? Just cream and sugar. So I decided to give something a try.
5 minutes, a mug of full-fat milk, two sugars, and a splash of vanilla essence later, I sipped down a VERY close approximation of French Vanilla hot chocolate.
I wonder why I never thought to do that before. I've been missing that blasted stuff for nearly 5 years now. Truth be told, my hot milk version was even better than that powder rubbish. I love figuring stuff out.
I have some pictures to post--maybe tomorrow. They're kind of sad. Martin left the stair gate open, and Edith is a climber. She has a massive carpet burn (about the size of a dime) on the tip of her nose. It happened on Wednesday, and every time I look at Edith I either want to cry (poor little baby) or hit somebody (careless husband)! I just hope it doesn't leave a scar!
1 comment:
you hope that the carpet burn doesn't leave a scar or you hope that it doesn't scar when you hit Martin????
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