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*Thee* at home hot chocolate recipe

Even though the weather’s warming up, if you’re anything like me, you know that hot beverages—especially hot chocolate—are a year-round treat, rain or shine. So, let’s get into it!

I’ve discovered that making hot chocolate by simply pouring hot water and milk into a cup and stirring just doesn’t cut it. Where’s the cocoa? Where’s the creaminess? It ends up tasting flat and boring. That’s why I make all my hot drinks on the stovetop. Where did I learn the magic of stovetop drinks? From Unforeseen Love on Glow TV, my guilty pleasure.

Now that I’ve confessed, let’s move on to the recipe.

Ingredients:

Your favorite cocoa powder (follow the quantity instructions on the package)
Sugar (to taste)
1/3 cup of milk
2/3 cup of water
1/2 teaspoon of coffee (optional, but it enhances the chocolate flavor)

Instructions:

1. In a saucepan, combine the cocoa powder (according to the package instructions), sugar, coffee, milk, and water. Remember, everything depends on your personal preference. For example, I use Nestlé hot chocolate, but you can use whatever you like.

2. Bring the mixture to a boil over medium heat. Once it starts bubbling, turn off the stove.

3. For an extra indulgent twist, a friend of mine introduced me to this optional step: Add a teaspoon of chocolate ganache into your steaming mug of hot chocolate. It’s incredibly delicious—try it out!

Enjoy your rich, creamy hot chocolate, no matter the weather!

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