This morning I went to Walmart. I only go about two times a year. Typically, I schedule these trips around oil changes so I can shop while my car is being serviced. Today I went without a list and came home with Christmas lights, a salad spinner, men's socks, 2 pairs of carhart Dickies (indestructible pants that Stephen likes to work in), and a mulled cider scented candle, a purchase I'm already regretting. Even as a type, the remainder of the smell is making me sick. I should have known better. At least I dont have to go back for another 6 months...by then I'll be buying diapers. AAAHHHH!
My first thought....French Onion Soup. About this time last year Delta magazine featured a party where they served French onion soup out of McCarty pottery (made in Merigold, MS for more than 50 years). Since reading the article, I have had a small facination with making French onion soup and eating it out of a McCarty bowl. While I don't have enough McCarty for a crowd, I do have enough for the two of us.
For the past year, Stephen and I have participated in a Monday Night Bible Study. We feel so privlieged to be a part of this group and are so thankful for these friends. Last night was our turn to host.
On a totally unrelated note, I made homemade hot chocolate tonight. It reminded me of how much hot chocolate I drank in highschool. My friend Win and I studied for almost every test together. "Killer Cocoa", as we liked to call it, was our favorite study break treat. The recipe: 1 packet of hot chocolate mix, water, a candy cane, whip cream, and some sort of chocolate shaving on top.
Tonight I made it differently...found a good recipe on Cooks.com. I like to think of it as "Killer Cocoa Revised" Here it is.
1 tbsp. cocoa powder
2 tbsp. sugar
2 tbsp. water
1 c. milk
bit of vanilla, if desired
Combine cocoa, sugar, and water in a small saucepan. Heat it on low heat, stirring occasionally to prevent the paste from sticking to the pan. After about 1 to 2 minutes, add milk and vanilla. Mix it all together until it reaches your preferred temperature. Top with whip Cream.
With all that said, I did join my neighbor's ladies tennis team and have played for the past two seasons. I love it and I'm so glad my mother was persistent. This picture of me was taken this past Wednesday night after I played my last match of the season.