From what I hear, everyone in America is freezing right now. Of course, here in Nashville, we rarely get real snow. The weathermen promise us it will be here. Schools close. We all go out into the freezing awful weather and stock up on bread and batteries. What is that about anyway? I really don't do that, because I always have batteries.
But I did stock up on marshmallows and hot chocolate. Bring on the snow, seriously! I love the snow. Snow means you get to play hooky (especially if you own your business and you are the lone employee). Snow also means hot chocolate.
Sigh. We got about one eighth of a lousy inch of snow. BUT, I did have the hot chocolate.
So, I have this friend named Ivy. Ivy is five. Ivy loves sugar. She also loves plants and dogs and the color of sparkly pink. She really is an interesting little girl, and I think she is a whole lot of fun.
Her mom and I had been talking about hot chocolate so I wrangled an invite up to their house yesterday. Ivy was home, as it was a snow day. A snow day with no snow.
Anyway, I went up armed with some supplies which included marshmallows and a container of finely crushed peppermint candy. I had a mission with Ivy's mom as well, but I will reveal that tomorrow.
I wanted to show Ivy and her mom, Eden, how to make these peppermint covered marshmallow just improve the hot chocolate experience.
Now for a girl that really appreciates her sugar, there was some coaxing to be done.
Seems like I interrupted an imaginary trip to Forida. She had a pink back-pack and a cool kinda of bear sleeping bag all ready for the trip, and I show up with marshmallows. It was a bit of a let down.
But then we started dipping the marshmallows in a glaze of water and powdered sugar. Then we sprinkled the peppermint crumbles over the top and then all the glorious aroma of mint and pink began to take over her little sweet spirit. She was coming around.
I had her in my clutches now!
One taste and she was hooked. My neighbors may start to realize that I have this power. You see, I took her mom some velvet and stamps and gave her a tiny taste of that too! And, sure enough, today she was calling for more velvet! They are powerless now!
Ivy has her mouth full of marshmallow. She is trying to savor the moment. But, I have to mess with her and ask her to whistle. Come on Ivy. Whistle!
You have to give a girl credit for trying. Her mom tells me to whistle. She isn't going to stand by and just watch this without having some fun. But I practically spit mine right out.
Snow or no snow, this was worth it all. At least we all got to play hooky and drink this!
