Calvin: The secret to making great hot chocolate is to put the tiny marshmallows in first.
Hobbes: So they melt faster?
Calvin: No, so you can fit in forty or fifty of them. This way the hot chocolate just fills in the cracks.
Hobbes: I wondered why you eat it with a fork.
Calvin: Also, I don’t use milk. I just heat the syrup.
The most magical thing to wake up to is snow falling outside your window. The dull crunch of walking in snow, rosy-cheeked and exhaling fog with every breath. The world subdued and blanketed in muffled silence.
After an appointment at the dentist I came home and had lunch (a vegetable and beef stew with coconut milk that I’ve been making lately), before setting out again into the snow with my brother. I don’t know how long we were out there, but it was at least an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Possibly two hours. Time is lost. The little kid in me still wants to stay outside, even when my feet are freezing and beyond comfortably numb in ill-advised Adidas trainers and my fingers stiff from the cold despite wearing gloves. The only thing that can lure us back inside is a promise of something warm to drink.
