I <3 chocolate
I’ll just say it: packing sucks.
As excited as we are about seeing our new home next week, the organizing/sorting/throwing away is hard work. And because I can’t bring myself to part with greeting cards, wrinkled old books, or any of Lily’s teeny, tiny baby girl outfits (even though a certain psychic—yes, a psychic— confirmed that there are only boys in our future), we will probably be traveling with a much larger load than necessary.
But you know what we won’t be taking with us? These: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/nigella-lawson/chocolate-chocolate-chip-muffins-recipe/index.html.
And you know why? Because I ate them.
All of them.
It wasn’t my intention, honest. I told Dmitri that I wanted to bake something for the guys in his squadron because I needed to “use up” the cocoa powder, canola oil, flour, sugar, and chocolate chips that we weren’t going to pack, as I simply can’t tolerate the thought of tossing anything usable—especially if “anything” is potentially delicious. And he promised that he’d take the muffins to work yesterday so that I wouldn’t have to think about them all day.
But he forgot.
And that’s why, during Lily’s morning nap, I had a muffin. And after my run later on, I had another. And after an incredibly filling dinner of chicken korma over rice, I ate two muffin tops—and a whole fourth muffin.
With peanut butter on top. Oy.
Maybe it’s stress. And maybe I have a chocolate problem. But Nigella convinced me, somehow, that these would be so much heartier—and healthier, right?—than cupcakes. After reading recipe reviews, I doubled the cocoa powder, skipped the dairy milk and used vanilla soy instead, and I added an extra quarter cup of bittersweet chocolate chips. I’m pretty sure that one could sub pumpkin or applesauce for some of the oil, if one were so inclined… but I, clearly, was not.
So here you have it: I ate the last
2 3 4 muffins today—the muffins I baked so that the half-opened ingredients in our pantry would not go to waste—just to get them out of the house. And while I know that my logic is both circular and faulty, and while I know that this pretty much guarantees that my jeans will be a little tighter this week than I’m entirely comfortable with, I will sleep soundly tonight knowing that no perfectly good chocolate went to waste.
There is, after all, more than one way to serve your country.