"Hooray for the Food Network," Melissa thought as she visualized the perfect chocolate dessert for her future in-laws. Executing the dessert would potentially be tricky since Melissa usually relied on Dunkin' Donuts as her dessert of choice. As she began to organize her ingredients and tools for this dessert attack, Melissa could hear her future mother-in-law's favorite saying ringing in her ear: "Almost as good as mine."
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"Mmmm", Karen thought as she picked up the bag of dark chocolate at the market. I think I will make some cookies when I get home. The craving just began to over take her. She began pulling out her ingredients- flour, sugar, baking powder, milk, eggs, and she opened the chocolate. As the dry ingredients were mixed with the wet, the wooden spoon and thoughts of each step almost made her dizzy.
One for the cookie, two for me, one for the cookie, okay three bites for me she would say as cookies were formed and melded in her hands. All were lined up on the pan. Karen told herself out loud in an excited tone, "These will be so pretty when I get the creamy white frosting drizzle on"!
Charlie, her husband arrived home from work and smelled something delicious. "Karen" he called out. "Yes Charlie" she replied. He asked her what smelled so good. "Oh, I am not sure. I think the neighbor must be baking, because I thought I smelled chocolate when I got home". She smiled, as she looked in the mirror to see if there were any chocolate smudges. A devilish grin would remain on her, because she had cleaned up all the evidence. Karen had eaten her share, and taken the remainder to the local children's hospital and shared them. Charlie would be upset if he knew she had not saved him any, but it was for a worthy cause.
"Hooray for the Food Network," Melissa thought as she visualized the perfect chocolate dessert for her future in-laws. Executing the dessert would potentially be tricky since Melissa usually relied on Dunkin' Donuts as her dessert of choice. As she began to organize her ingredients and tools for this dessert attack, Melissa could hear her future mother-in-law's favorite saying ringing in her ear: "Almost as good as mine."
The aroma hit me the moment I opened the bag of chocolate chips and I knew I had been right to choose this today.
That moist, rich, dark, deep brown was one of my very favorite colors. Not because it was necessarily brilliant or beautiful, but because whenever I caught sight of it, I could feel that sweet sensation in my mouth.
The dough made a wet, sticky sound as I rolled a small piece between my hands and mushed it down into a circular disk. I was so tempted to just pop a piece in my mouth, but I made myself be patient as my tongue, not helping itself, ran over my top lip in anticipation.
I placed the chocolate kiss in the center, formed the dough around it, and sat it ever so delicately on the aluminum sheet. Each movement became automatic as I worked, a talent I knew I would only keep perfecting.
Then it was time for the real aroma to begin. I sat at the kitchen table reading as the sweet, rich scent swept across the room and soaked into the walls. The ecstasy of it overwhelmed me as I waited. But I was still patient.
Finally the moment came with that pleasant little ding. After drizzling melted white chocolate over each morsel with care, the time had come.
My lips parted and my tongue lept in joyful satisfaction as the first taste hit. My own personal heaven is covered in chocolate.
The chocolate oozed, crumbs tumbled and the drool slithered down her chin as she watched her little girl take the first bite of the cookies she'd made. She was on a diet and she just couldn't, but she relived the delight of such a treat through the twinkle in her little girl's eyes with each and every bite.
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