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Simple Cocoa Recipe

Hi guys! Right now I'm having a lazy Monday. How about you? I should really start practicing my piano, but what can I say? I'm joining the procrastinators of the world! Anyway, since its foggy and rainy by my house today, I thought I would share my hot cocoa recipe. It's a simple, yet delicious recipe. Hope you enjoy it! Have a cozy day.

Simple Cocoa

3 Heaping teaspoons of Hershey's unsweetened cocoa
3/4 Cup sugar
4 Cups milk
1/2 Cup additional milk to mix in.

Mix cocoa and sugar with 1/2 cup additional milk. Add to milk. Bring to a boil over medium heat. Serve and enjoy! (Don't burn your tongue!)

Anna

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