Whether you're an author or not, you've heard it before: All authors drink.
But what do they drink?
Oh my Goodness, oh my goodness! I am in love with Karin Shah's drink. Really. Have you heard its name? Chocolate Egg. Yeah...
Karin Shah´s Chocolate Egg
Thanks for having me, Elyzabeth! My favorite drink? I'm afraid I have a few, but my new fave is (I think) my own creation. I call it the Chocolate Egg.
It's Godiva Chocolate liqueur and Egg Nog. I was drinking chocolate Martinis over Christmas with my family in Rochester, NY and ran out of cream, so I thought, "Why not try egg nog instead?" It was delicious and at least five of my extra pounds from the holidays were born!
What I love about it is the rich spices and cream mixed with chocolate. How can you go wrong?
Since I'm not sure whether I created this drink, I decided to look up the history of Egg Nog. As you might guess, it's been around awhile, but while the development is interesting I think this article I found on Wikipedia about the trouble it has caused was fascinating.
"The Eggnog Riot, sometimes known as the Grog Mutiny, was a riot that took place at the United States Military Academy in West Point, New York, on 24–25 December 1826. It was caused by a drunken Christmas Day party in the North Barracks of the academy. Two days prior to the incident, a large quantity of whiskey was smuggled into the academy to make eggnog for the party, giving the riot its name. The riot eventually involved more than one-third of the cadets by the time it ceased on Christmas morning. A subsequent investigation by academy officials resulted in the implication of seventy cadets and the court-martialing of twenty of them and one enlisted soldier. Among the participants in the riot—though he was not court-martialed—was future Confederate States President, Jefferson Davis." --Wikipedia
1 oz Godiva chocolate liqueur to 5 oz of egg nog. I'm a light weight, so I took out the vodka, but you can add some for more kick, and a drizzle of chocolate sauce if you really want something decadent!
Skinny chocolate egg 1 oz Godiva chocolate liqueur, 2 oz egg nog, 2 oz light almost milk (or switch out the egg nog altogether and call it the chocolate almond)
About Karin: When I was kid, I got a lot of flack for being "weird." Well, it's a fair cop, as they say. I read like crazy until I had read everything that interested me in the children's section at my local library in Rochester, New York, USA. So at age eleven, I moved onto the Harlequin Presents. (They were a bit tamer in those days. All tease really. Blue Days at Sea by Anne Weale was one of my favorites and they never really did more than kiss, until at the end, he surprises her by saying "your parents are here for our wedding!") so I grew up wandering various English or other foreign settings in my head, as the heroine found her millionaire or sheikh.
I told myself stories, writing myself into my favorite book or TV show to fall asleep. The "A" Team desperately needed my help, you know!
So, it was and is true, I am weird and I own it. I especially love writing the wilder, weirder side of Romance, Paranormal and Fantasy. I love fun romances that make me smile even while things go to hell and finish giving me a satisfied sigh, so that's what I try my damnedest to write.
I now live in Columbus, Ohio, USA with my two weird children, a crazy brindle basenji, a Velcro vizsla, and my seemingly unweird husband whose aim is to run an ultra marathon around the Alps some day (frankly, I think this also qualifies as weird!). I'm a fan of Dr. Who (I also rescued the TARDIS regularly as a child), Supernatural, Teen Wolf, the Pretender, all things Marvel, and ghost hunting shows of all shapes and scares.
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