We’ve just returned from a little time off with friends and family and although it was just a short trip, it was a very welcome break from work and a great chance to gain new energy – very much needed for the upcoming projects. There is it again: work. Can’t escape it.
Visiting Oliver’s parents is always a pleasure, the girls go shopping, the boys hide in computer and tech stores, until we meet again to cook and watch movies together. And boy did we cook! I could still go into raptures at what was likely to be the most tender Boeuf Bourguignon we have ever had. Was it merely the superb quality of the meat? By the way, when I asked the butcher for a shoulder cut of about 1.5 kilograms, he disappeared for about 5 minutes and came back with what looked like a quarter of a cow, which he carried over his shoulder like it was nothing. I’m so used to hearing “would you mind if it’s a little more?” – especially at butchers – but that time the guy didn’t even bother, he cut off exactly 1500 grams. Spot-on. Wow! Nice one, he for sure knows his profession!
Anyway, as soon as we returned back home from our trip, my sweet tooth needed a filling. An urgent one. Going through the options (or lack thereof), I began to realize that my personal chocolate needs hadn’t been satisfied over the last days – at all. Our usually well stocked and so-called sweets shelf barely did itself justice and had little to offer. No chocolate, no bars, no gummybears, not even ice cream in the fridge and the shops were already closed. Out of luck. And the less you can have something the more you want it, no, need it. All I needed was a chocolate fix. Right then, right there.
Help came from leftovers of milk chocolate coating and ordinary cookies, I usually give little time of day to: broken into bits and pieces, covered in melted chocolate and decorated with coconut flakes I finally found salvation. Despite its nature of being an interim arrangement, I can think of many more variations, different sorts of cookies mixed with dried fruits or roasted nuts, according to one’s individual preference. And it would make a nice small present, too. Certainly for chocoholics. Like myself.