I'm trying for whimsical as opposed to maudlin or cloying here, but who knows if I'll quite hit the mark in my mildly tipsy state. We've all had varying degrees of a bad cold for ages, it seems. We keep cycling through them and being hit again just when we think we're improving. We blame it on preschool--that place is a cess pit of germs. I thought I was going to escape, but then I got that funny feeling in my throat again this afternoon. Sigh.
I'm afraid I can't give proportions here, because the key ingredient to this magical elixir, also known as hot toddy, is the fact that I don't make it for myself. Evan is kind enough to do the honors and after I consume it, not only does the incipient throat tickle seem to have faded, but I somehow also seem to be a fonder and more skillful parent and more cheerful wife. Hmm. Magical elixir indeed!
Scottish whisky (and don't be stingy with the measure, I say!)
Mix all ingredients together. Heat up (but don't boil or you might lose some of the 'health benefits'). Serve to frazzled love-of-your-life. Watch her face loosen and become wreathed with smiles. Don't let her operate heavy machinery or kitchen knives.
Happy Snowed-in Sunday!