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So a good buddy of mine has been dating this certain young lady for a spell (spell, good word). She and her kids came over his house two nights ago to decorate his tree, have some hot chocolate and watch the 1964 Burle Ives approved Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer special.
Nice move, bro. You are not as dumb as you look.
When she arrives she brings my bud an unexpected plate of fried chicken, rice, peas & gravy.
Bro, this is what we in the romance business a.k.a. “marriage” call a “buying signal”. Boy, get busy livin’ or get busy dyin’. See last post for advice on this topic.
OK, where was I? A buddy is dating a young lady who is waaaaay out of his league — a move, by the way, he stole from me — over his house to decorate his tree. She brings him fried chicken — once again, buying signal — and then the dude almost blows it.
He says, “Fried chicken? I’m sorry. I’m really trying to watch my polyunsaturated fats.”
OK, he didn’t say that. I just put that line up so his actual next move would not seem as lame. It’s time for the hot chocolate and he brings out a few packets of the dry brown powder and tries to pass them off as Old School Hot Chocolate.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
And while we’re all here,
Marcia! Marcia! Marcia!
Now this is where the entire evening is dramatically saved. She says, “Oh, that’s all right. I’ve brought that, too.” She then brings out a bag of chocolate shavings and a large jar of raw milk.
Dang, Sister! You Old School!
I’ll leave the details of my bro, his girl and the kids for another post. For now, let’s give them a little time to themselves and get to the topic at hand.
Old School Hot Chocolate
While looking online for ways to tweak & improve the current family hot chocolate recipe, I found this clip. He nails it. No need to write mine when you can see Jason Hill throw down some classic hot chocolate. And don’t leave out the last touch of the chocolate shavings — not cocoa powder a.k.a. “brown dust”, but actual chocolate shaved by you — on top. That’s the kind of move that pushes hot chocolate from a “drink” to a “treat”.