Dec. 7: There are shavings of chocolate all over my face and protruding belly.
Andrew went down for his nap, and I found myself feeling a) pretty worn out and b) in definite need of some chocolate. So I checked my stashes.
- Chocolate chips – nope.
- Chocolate ice cream – out.
- Bag of peanut M&M’s left over from Halloween – nada.
Feeling a bit panicky, I started digging in my baking drawer. Nuts, almond paste, sweetened condensed milk. Then, ah-ha! Baker’s bittersweet chocolate. That should be edible. It’s old enough that it had a slightly whitish waxy look, but biting into it, it gave me the coca fix that I was craving.
Some set of internal chemicals have been happily set to rights, and I can now enjoy the next hour (?) of Andrew’s nap in a blissful, chocolat-ified state.