February 14, 2012 § 25 Comments
They say one of the hardest things about love is learning to accept it. It can be so hard to feel worthy of being loved. Yet, you can’t fully love others until you accept that you’re loveable as well.
But, I’m not going to spend too much time focusing on anything so weighty today. I’m focused on mousse. The hardest thing about chocolate mousse, for me, is that I just made some for Valentine’s Day. Not super original. I think that chocolate mousse on Valentine’s Day may actually be the entry in the dictionary for the word trite. Trite (trîte), adj., trit·er, trit·est 1. making chocolate mousse on Valentine’s Day…
I’m in the camp of people who doesn’t get terribly into Valentine’s Day. I do love chocolates, and champagne, and flowers. But, I love them on many more days of the year than just February 14th (and I wouldn’t mind receiving them on many more days too, ahem, Joel, ahem 🙂 ).
February 7, 2012 § 24 Comments
…Then Nutella slipped the shoe gently onto Eggnog’s foot. It fit perfectly! They gazed into each others’ eyes, and each knew it had found a soul mate. And they lived happily ever after.
I mean, is there anything else you really need to know about this remarkable combination of milk chocolate, hazelnut, and nutmeg? I don’t really think so. Of course, that has also never stopped me from waxing poetic for at least a couple more paragraphs.
I don’t normally eat milk chocolate. I’m a dark chocolate girl. Switching your tastes over from milk to dark seems almost a rite of passage. You know, paying your own rent, choosing subtle shades of eye shadow, drinking coffee, and eating dark chocolate. They’re signs you’ve entered adulthood. And, it’s not just because dark chocolate is healthier. Milk chocolate is often palate-deadeningly sweet. Just a single, uniform brushstroke of sugar across your tongue, while dark chocolate has notes of coffee, berries, caramel, wood, vanilla…
March 14, 2011 § Leave a comment
Sometimes the world is awfully overwhelming and confusing. I can’t understand it. I have no hope of understanding it. Why is it that sometimes really really terrible things happen? How can I have been so infinitely blessed as to have been able to have spent the weekend surrounded by loving friends and family? Marveling at the beauty of lakes, trees, snow, and mountains. Belly laughing at stupid jokes or at each other as we careened down precarious slopes. Passing plentiful bowls of food and bottles of wine to each other reveling in the sharing. While, at the other side of the world our brothers and sisters were having the ground shaken out from under them, rocks falling on top of them. The fall out of nuclear melt down besieging them. There is no sense to it. No sense that my little mind can make of it.
The world, life, is terribly beautiful and beautifully terrible. I suppose this is part of what makes it all precious, the very precariousness of it. It doesn’t serve us well not to accept the sadness as well as the happiness in life. But, still. Sometimes, I really just don’t think I can handle it. Sometimes I just want someone to hug me and say “it’s going to be alright.” And you know what? Sometimes I think that’s just fine. Sometimes we aren’t strong enough to hold all the joy and sadness, and there is no shame in that.
September 29, 2010 § 12 Comments
Sometimes I secretly think maybe my nutrition degree should be revoked. The thing is, I just think that using smaller plates, cooking more of our own food, and trying to squeeze in extra veggies wherever possible will get most of the job done. I can’t help but feel that bacon and butter are legitimate “spices.” Oh, and then there’s the matter of me and salted caramel. Pardon me for a moment while I glaze over and daydream about creamy, salty, buttery, luxuriousness…Oh no, was I drooling?! How embarrassing. Anyway, I firmly believe that one of the most important things we need to do to eat more healthfully is cut out as much sugar (or equivalent) as possible, but can adding some salt to your sugar count instead? Pleeeeeeeease??? (Real answer: definitely not. There’s actually something about the salty-sweet combination that trips up our brain and makes us less able to control how much we eat. Sometimes life is so unfair! )
It all began when Joel’s parents very thoughtfully sent me a care package back when I was studying for my comprehensive exams. I’m sure they had no idea that they were creating a salted caramel-obsessed monster when they tucked a tiny box of dark chocolate sea salt caramels from Fran’s in with the other goodies. I ate one. I promptly adopted the use of the phrase “O.M.G.” which I had steadfastly promised myself I would never use. Who would have thought that that dark smooth little chocolate cube, with its innocent little sprinkling of grey salt on top, could pack that much decadence into it?! I ate the second one, and amidst the bars of the “Alleluia Chorus” that were playing inside my head, I came this close to packing up everything and moving to Seattle so that I could go live behind Fran’s and eat nothing but their caramels forever more. (I’m sure the fact that I was studying for the most stressful exam of my life in no way contributed to my excited planning for an escape.)