Hot Chocolate

Some hot chocolate sounds really nice!

I jumped up and hopped out of bed. My right leg hit the side rail of the bed and forced a yelp out. 

“OUCH!”

Limping, I dragged my feet towards the kitchen and opened the first drawer my eyes set upon.

My teddy bear cup.

Hopping, I made it in front of my fridge. Pulling the fridge door open, I peeked. A bar of 120g dark chocolate, neatly wrapped, sat on the second shelf. Grabbing the mound, I jerked the door closed and it shut.

I turned right and stopped in front of the stove. Stooping down, I opened a cabinet. A slab of cool rectangular metal weighing scale met my hands on contact. Setting it on the table, I weighed out 80g of my dark chocolate. Allotting myself with the knife at arm’s length, I began chopping small shreds of 80g weighed-out dark chocolate.

When the last piece was broken down completely and all chocolate had turned to dust, I made myself to the refrigerator again. Opening the refrigerator door once again, this time, I fetched out milk. Pouring 300ml into the measuring cup, I swirled the liquid and drained it into the prepared pan. Obtaining the cocoa powder from the top left cabinet, I measured out 5g of it and dumped it over the milk. From the same cabinet, I pulled out the sugar container. 

Swishhhh

The grainy particles of sugar rushed out in unison and collected in the bowl. 

25g. The weighing scale read.

I inverted the bowl in the milk-cocoa pan mixture and thumped the bottom to make the last few bits fall in. 

I opened the weighing scale drawer once again. This time, a metal whisk caught my eye. 

I agitated the milk mixture. Slowly, it began changing colour and taking on a boil with the newly applied heat at its bottom. 

“8g of corn flour and 30ml of milk”, I voiced out loud.

I set out both ingredients and measured them well. Incorporating the two well together, I ran my whisk through it one more time before tipping the new milk mixture into the old one. 

Stirring vigorously for the last time, I turned off the stove and took the pan away from it.

Disposing the chocolate dust into the milk mixture inside the pan, I mixed away with the whisk once more before setting it away to be cleaned. 

Trickle trickle trickle

The hot chocolate slowly dribbled into the teddy cup. Gripping it with both of my hands, I raised it to my lips and drank a whole mouthful and instantly scarred the insides of my mouth.

“HOT HOT HOT! Oh my god! I should have waited!”

Taking the cup by its handle not before wrapping my sleeve around it, I took it back in the room and set it by the window. Picking up the neatly planted upside-down open book on the bed, I began reading where I left off, picking up the teddy cup occasionally to sip the hot chocolate.