Even in the dark, you still get the urge to lick the icing off, don’tcha?

         Who doesn’t want to drown their sorrows in chocolate? Heck, who needs sorrows to eat chocolate? Any excuse is valid for that rich, warm, fudgey, goodness. So today, the second schoolwork was done and forgotten, I made chocolate cupcakes.

         Mixing it in the bowl is just heavenly, isn’t it? The thick batter swirling about and that wonderful smell that greets you. You’re insane if you don’t lick the spoon. (Yeah, yeah, we all know it’s bad for you. But if you think about it, so is dessert. Sooo . . .) The batter is delish. A little sandy from some powder that wasn’t completely mixed in, but that’s the way it’s supposed to taste. Ohhh yeah. I don’t know about you, but I have fantasies of diving into the bowl and falling asleep there. I have a lot of daydreams while I’m in the kitchen. Cooking has a calming effect. My daydreams might also explain why I take so long to bake something so simple. But oh well, it makes me happy. Until, of course, my daydreams are rudely interrupted.

         While I was imagining that a wooden spoon with a hole through the middle was a sword, the cat decided that she was hungry. (Bonus question: does anyone know what the heck a wooden spoon with a hole through it is used for?)
         Well, when my cat wants something, everyone in God’s creation knows about it. She won’t pipe down. It’s a constant meowing. Like in the old musical, “Seven Brides For Seven Brothers”, there’s a scene where a guy is trying to trick the girl he likes into coming outside by pretending to be her cat. He started out by slowly crying “meoooow”, but after a while, he had to hurry, and it turned into quick and frantic, “meow, meow, meow”. That’s how my cat is. It’s never ending! Finally, I took hold of my holy spoon like it was a wand, pointed it at her, and said, “you shall now be silent“. To my surprise, she went mute. My eyes widened as I stared at her. Did that really work? She sat down and stared back with huge green eyes. What had I done? What if she never spoke again? I was contemplating on giving her her voice back when she stood and meowed very loudly (and off-key, if that’s possible for a cat). Imagination has a way of scaring you, let me tell ya.

It’s a little dark. My lighting wasn’t the best.