We call them chocolate moments at my house; moments defined by slight to aggressive chocolate cravings usually triggered by hormones, boredom, upset, stress, weariness, sniffles, and even the occasional bout of constipation. In other words, “moments” are all the time. I just had one ten minutes ago, brought about by yet another “what am I going to do with the rest of my life?!” episodes. I found some muffins with the heads bitten off, and rooted around for chocolate chips. Not satisfying. It soon escalated into a code red moment with me digging in the depths of the pantry in a desperate search for some legal opium. (Unacceptable- I’m a baker and chocolate shortages never happen) I found an open, half eaten bag of milk chocolate, circa 2008 that tasted faintly of cayenne pepper paprika. I’m sure if I ate enough I’d find those nasty, crunchy little shells that pantry bugs leave behind. I didn’t eat enough to find out- well, at least I wasn’t looking while I munched. And then, I decided to write a blog.
Why? Why not? Not that anyone is really interested in my day to day dealings, but I believe it’s a wonderful creative outlet. And besides, it’s a great way for me to share my recipes and art with you, and maybe we can learn something from each other as well. So, grab a Lindt ball and let’s get this party started.
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