I was reading Pam’s wonderful Christmas tale, “The Last Christmas Gift”. Do please go and read it here … it might help explain my sudden inspiration to “pen” this. Pam’s story was so beautifully written that I found myself sitting in the circle she described, drinking my own cup of hot chocolate or coffee, or both, that I stopped reading and went to make myself a mocha coffee before returning to her tale.
Memories were now evoked of the times my mother made for us, and that I later made for my kids, hot chocolate, using real cocoa from the yellow and red Fry’s can, sugar, and a small amount of cold milk to create a smooth, mud-like texture before slowly adding the hot milk while stirring it all together. No lumps guaranteed if you make it this way. Sometimes there were marshmallows, most times not. Mom wasn’t into instant anything, except Minute Rice, but that was only for her rice salad, never anything else.
Why is it that things that take just a bit longer to make, meaning you had to wait for it, taste so much more? To make this come-in-from-the-cold treat all the better, Mom served it with buttered toast. And that’s another thing, what is it about afternoon or nighttime toast smells and tastes like it comes from a whole other dimension? You can’t even compare it to the toast served with your eggs and yet it’s the same product.
Now I’m mad at myself for not making a toast to go with… then again, it’s not late enough in the afternoon to justify it. I think this is my cue to go out and get my 10K steps. There are only seven days left for me to be able to say I did it for one whole year.
For the Canadians and Brits and the areas in the States that celebrate, Happy Boxing Day! For those with no holiday, Happy Sunday! I hope you have been able to take time away from the hustle and bustle of Christmas preparations and over-eating and just be.