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White Milk

Even as a child, I refused to drink milk in its natural state. It had to have bournvita or drinking chocolate or something that made it brown and nice and chocolate-y before I'd touch it. I've never, in living memory, had white milk yet.

Then white chocolate happened. I know it's cloyingly sweet and not even a chocolate, but I spent quite some time this weekend looking for that nice steaming cup of white hot chocolate. It maybe that I've changed, or it may be a whim but I could't get the idea of white chocolate out of my head.

The only one willing to make me some was Mocha Mojo. And that too after lot of persuasion and explaining that yes, I did indeed want what they have printed on the menu. And I don't want any of that milk chocolate, thanks a lot! It was a Valhrona that the flustered server brought me, but they added a citron flavor that took away the essence of what I was looking for.

And this is how I ended up making my own sweet little cup of white milk after dinner. I dropped two tbsp of white chocolate chips in a thick bottomed pan and added another couple of tbsp of cream. Put this on very low heat until the chocolate started to melt, then turned the gas off and whisked with a fork until the chocolate was all melted. I poured 3/4 cup milk on top of this and whisked to mix in the chocolate. Still whisking, I put the pan back on the heat and let it come to a boil.

That's it - just the drink I was searching for. You might want to add a dash of cinnamon or nutmeg. But bookmark this page anyway. One day, when you change your tastes and start looking for white hot chocolate no one's willing to sell, this will come in handy!
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AJ said…
Sounds great Simran!!
January 11, 2011 at 10:10 AM
notyet100 said…
one day i gonna try this,..;-)
January 11, 2011 at 1:19 PM
chef and her kitchen said…
Loved the title..you know wat..I thought for a second abt the color of milk....he he..sounds gr8 n I m sure it would taste gr8
January 11, 2011 at 2:15 PM
suvi said…
I think you just described me! I hate white milk too, to the extent that I add even turmeric powder just so that it is no longer white!
I am still a long way off from making white chocolate milk, but who know!!
January 12, 2011 at 9:19 AM
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