Hot Chocolate Anyone?

 On cold days, nothing hits the spot like a hot drink. 

Today I was reminded of a cold winter day in Nebraska. 

My Dad came into the kitchen with his brother. They'd been out doing some hard work . . .probably shoveling snow out of the feedbunks so the cattle could get a bite to eat, or maybe they'd been plowing snow so they could get around the farm and take care of business. Either way, they were ready for a break. 

Usually my Mom is in the house and has a pot of coffee going, but she was gone. Well, Dad looked around the kitchen and quickly assessed the situation. 

"It looks like there is about one cup of coffee . . .and, what's this? Homemade hot chocolate on the stove? But there's only about enough here for one person. What would you like?" 

My Uncle thought about it a little and decided on the hot chocolate. 

A few minutes later, Mom came in the door, and Dad mentioned the hot chocolate. 

"Hot chocolate? That's not hot chocolate! I made chocolate frosting and put some soapy water in the pan so it would be easier to wash out later !" 

Uncle said . . ."Well, I thought it tasted a little funny, but I didn't want to be rude!"