Yesterday was one of those painfully beautiful frigid days, where the clear blue sky and abundant sunshine seems so welcoming until you walk out your back door and feel your teeth crack upon impact. It was cold. Very, very cold. The kind of cold that makes you want to come home, turn up the thermostat, and bake.
Except it doesn’t quite work like that in my house. Global warming aside, we can’t afford the vast amount of oil it takes to heat this place to a semi-livable temperature. So we sit in our living room, wrapped in comforters, hoodies on, and look for some sort of reward that might help compensate for the temperature.
Molten chocolate cake, anyone?