I’m really good at shopping. But shopping is awesome, so it’s super easy to be good at.
It’s also super easy to be too good at.
I found this recipe for Truffle Cookies on MarthaStewart.com and immediately bought $60 worth of chocolate on Amazon.com (oh crap it’s only $50 now… sadface..).
In my defense… it was for 64oz. of chocolate and it was all really, really, delicious chocolate.
And it was… y’know.. chocolate. I feel that’s good enough justification.
Chocolate shops paralyze me. I just sort of stand in the middle of them with my mouth open.
Godiva, Laura Secord, Dilettante, Fran’s… all of them I get overwhelmed with waves of indecision. How can I ever pick just one chocolate-packed sweet?
Sometimes I pick one thing and immediately regret it, even though it’s amazingly delicious because I can’t help but think of the three other things I could have bought instead.
Sometimes I come out of a shop with a dozen things but still end up full of regrets in the form of terrible tummy aches.
One thing I’ve never come out with is a rice krispy square.
So I made another boo boo. Take note everyone, if a recipe says you need to use 40% javanese milk chocolate, don’t misread it as simply “milk chocolate”.
You will end up with cloyingly sweet trifle.
I started to cough around the third or forth bite from the sugary coating that had formed around my mouth and throat.
But I still finished my bowl because at the end of the day… it’s a bowl full of chocolate.
When I went to Japan last month, I went with my best girlfriends that I’ve known since middle school. With that, Trevor wasn’t allowed to come along. Woo girls’ trip!
Not wanting to spend 2 weeks by himself at home, he planned his own trip with his brother, to wander around Alaska.
He had amazing time and took some of the most beautiful landscape photos I’ve ever seen. He brought back two pieces of information that he wanted discuss with me.
1 – Husky puppies at sled dog kennels are adorable (omg super jealous).
2 – There was some sort of lemon white chocolate cookie he ate while he was in Alaska that I had to go figure out how to make.
“Creme” looks like a typo/mispelling of “Cream”, but it’s not.
It’s how the fine folks at Hershey spell the name of their Cookies ‘n’ Creme bar, 6 oz. of which is melted directly into the batter of this cake.
It makes the cake a texture somewhere between a blondie and chocolate chip cookie dough.
There is an incessant beeping occurring every once in awhile in my office. It kind of sounds like a robotic bird is stuck in the wall who is pretty stressed about the whole thing, but is also tired and occasionally falls asleep. It does this so it can wake up in an hour and beep again with renewed vigor, too quiet for others to notice, but just loud enough to be at the edge of my psyche in that “I’m going mad.” sort of way.
I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what it means. I just hope it’s gone when I return to my office in the morning.
Or maybe it’s not actually there and I’m just going crazy.
I used to hate coffee.
Strangely though, I just hated coffee itself, liquid, in a mug, yet loved everything else about it. My favourite smell in the world was and still is the scent of coffee. I would leisurely walk down the coffee aisle at the supermarket, taking a deep breath around the fresh coffee grinder, knowing full well I had no business being around something I knew I would never use. One of my old boyfriends had a dad who really loved his coffee, and I would always make sure I visited the kitchen to smell his latest beans.
I even loved any sweets that were coffee flavoured. Coffee candies, coffee ice cream, mocha shortbread, espresso cheesecake.. stick coffee in a baked good and I was a sucker for it. Sadly, even with all this coffee love, if you were to hand me a steaming cup of coffee, the first taste would make my face pucker in disgust. I’ve been known to liken iced black coffee to “slurping on a black hole”.
University late nights of work and studying changed that. Well, some of it.
I had a hankering for scones.
The problem with scones is how clearly designated they are to breakfast.. and maybe tea time. I often choose to smudge the meal lines, eating pancakes for dinner or cereal for dessert.. (mmm chocolate cheerios…) but something about the standard scone makes it so very breakfast for me. Perhaps it’s how “proper” a scone feels and its association with Britain. If you’re not eating it at breakfast, there better be a teacup in your other hand, or somewhere out there the Queen would just know, a frown slowly drifting across her face.
Perhaps I’m being a little theatrical here, but just to be safe, what if you could do something to change this view? Jazzed it up some so it would already be a little more laid back and little less proper by the time you got to it. Something that said, nuh uh, no tea drinking with me, you need milk. Maybe even some black coffee. Or tea if you really want to… y’know, whatever, s’cool. What could possibly give it this laid back attitude?