Toast and Chocolate Milk

One of my favorite childhood memories was waking up on a Saturday morning and having toast and chocolate milk with my mom and brother.  That warm bread getting golden brown as the heat from the toaster cooked its doughy sides.  Steam rising off of it in wafts, as the butter melted into a puddle.  And the decadent smell of chocolate being stirred and stirred into the milk, turning it from a crisp white into a silky, smooth brown.

We'd take our treat into the den, cuddle up on the couch, and take turns dipping our toast into the chocolate milk.  The triangular pieces coming out dripping with the chocolaty liquid and mingling the salty with the sweet.  I know that many people that I've told that to think it sounds disgusting, but to me, it's perfect.  It reminds me of home.  Besides, don't knock it until you've tried it!

So, in a nod to my mother and brother and the sweet memories of my childhood, I made myself toast and chocolate milk tonight.  It was everything I remembered.