This is a guest post by Cameron Smith of Eat Real, Stay Sane.
Growing up in warm southern California, we didn’t have to put up with nasty weather very often. It rarely rained, and we celebrated Christmas by visiting parks or riding bikes outside. Occasionally, the weather would take a turn for the worse. My Minnesota-native 4th grade teacher called it “picnic weather,” but we treated 55-degree rainy days like it was Buffalo in the dead of winter. We came home from school and didn’t even consider going outside. We’d quickly change our wet clothes and beg Mom to make us hot chocolate. She used a standard store-bought hot cocoa mix, but as kids, we didn’t argue with warm and chocolatey on days like those. Even now, cold days stir a Pavlov’s-dog-type reaction in me. The second I get home, I want hot chocolate. Living in snowy Utah, that’s like every day for me between October and April. [Read more…]