Last week reveilles and I were both suffering from colds and trying to write papers for a conference (with a due date of September 9 at midnight). On Wednesday evening reveilles' throat was feeling sore and she wanted something cold to eat. We didn't have any ice cream or sorbet in the house, so she then bemoaned the absence of chocolate (besides hot chocolate) in the house. I decided to make Frozen Hot Chocolate for her (since it makes 2 to 2 1/2 cups, I got to have a cup, too).
She sighed contentedly at her first taste. After finishing the drink, she declared in a voice reserved for matters most serious that "we have to keep the ingredients to make this in the house, in case of emergencies".