Whoever made the first chocolate cake was a genius, combining the seductive charms of chocolate with the satisfying sweetness and mouthfeel of cake. It’s the most wonderful of all cakes, and it’s the one I prize among all the others. That’s why when J celebrated his birthday last week, I used that as the perfect
excuse reason to check out Chocolat.
Chocolat cake with a bottle of milk
Now I’ve never been one for fancy desserts. My idea of a winner cake is the super simple chocolate cake from Miss Polly’s that we used to buy from Shell Magallanes. It’s been years since I had Miss Polly’s (Is it still sold at Shell?), so Chocolat was a very pleasant discovery.
I woke up from my afternoon nap (babysitting perk) with a mad craving for chocolate cake. I blame A who keeps posting photos of deep dark chocolate cakes on Facebook. My brain can only take so much visual stimulation so I decided I needed cake, pronto. From the recesses of our cupboard, I unearthed a jar of Voila! Old Fashioned Jar Cake. I got samples from a food event I went to last year and seeing the pretty jar, along with the memories of how it tasted, it felt like salvation. Down with the craving, yes to freshly baked chocolate cake. Never mind that my previous experiments with mug cakes were less than fantastic. I needed cake and I needed it yesterday.
Caek! Caek! Caek!
Life with a two-year old is a mad whirlwind. A spinning carousel of games, arguments, chocolate chip cookies, crocodile tears, splashing bathwater, and endless giggles. Throw in writing projects done in the handful of hours between midnight and daybreak and you have a recipe for things neglected.
Like this blog.
I still love Kitchen Cow. I still feel a great sense of fulfillment whenever I am able to update. And I still have a large backlog of photos and experiences in various folders on my desktop. But life is demanding so much and I am demanding so much in return.
We need to talk, 2015. I feel like I’ve lost my direction and I’m not sure where I want to be taken. Maybe I’ll find my answers soon. Maybe I won’t make any changes. But one thing I know is that I don’t want to get rid of this. So, you and I, let’s agree on one thing. I keep on blogging, but let’s get rid of the rules. They’re self-imposed anyway, so if you don’t complain, I won’t. If I want to write about something else, maybe not food-related, you’ll let me get away with it. Deal?
Let’s just keep on writing, okay?