i needed chocolate chip cookies today.
we didn’t have any chips, but i did have a stack of 100% dark chocolate bars in the cupboard. (don’t judge. when it comes to sweets, i am allergic to pretty much everything except the raw-vegan fruit-nut bars, so i get 100% cacao dark chocolate bars for gifts. for every holiday. from everyone.) i reached to the bottom of the stack, counting backwards from easter…valentine’s day, birthday, christmas. yes, christmas. that would be the oldest one.
i held the chocolate bar hard, pressing my fingers down through the foil, letting my finger tips feel the outline of the words ghirardelli on every square, letting my fingers trace the outline of the ridges between each rectangle of bitterness.
then i reached for the rolling pin.