It’s a little weird, right?
Posting every day, every day, every day, then BOOM.
I was breathing.
Deep and . . . deep.
And Christmas shopping.
And hangin’ with fam.
But I was not here.
And that’s ok.
Posting every day, I now know, leads to mild hysteria, less valuable content, and lots of typos.
Again, just like the last 30-day experiment I did, I learned: it ain’t for me.
An every day poster I am not.
I am however, a chocolate lover. And a people lover.
And by people lover I mean I love people more than dogs and cats and trees.
I mean I love my people.
I don’t so much love crowds of people, or being sandwiched in an elevator with twenty other people, or shopping at a super store with zillions of other people, or say, being squished into a standing-room-only dolphin show with 200 other people in the drizzling rain with warm steam rising off every stranger’s body.
No. Not so much that.
I’m not that kind of a people person.
I love to make my special peeps happy.
Therefore, I am re-making the chocolate loaf.
No pumpkin, because I love Amy, and Amy doesn’t like pumpkin contaminating her chocolate.
No cashew butter, because, well, it’s just a weird ingredient the majority of home cooks probably don’t have on hand.
Real flour because I love all you gluten-eating heart-friends of mine.
And, I’m using real sugar, because, well, duh. It’s sugar. And regardless of its life-threatening draw-backs, it’s awesome.
And so many people I love bake with regular ol’ sugar.
So we’re kickin’ it old-school with this one. This could be your grandma’s recipe, that’s how normal all the fixin’s are.
I’m just going to warn you now.
It’s pretty much cake in a loaf pan.
Somehow though, if it’s shaped like bread, it makes us feel like it’s OK to have a slice with coffee at 10am.
It works that way for me, anyway.
I’m also going to warn you that it’s not perfect.
It’s what I like to call “artisanal”. Which means – really, totally imperfect.
But it’s kind of perfect in its imperfectness.
I’ll leave it at that. You’ll see when you bite into cake the first bite, then almost-brownie the next bite, then creamy chocolate “frosting” here and there.
But chocolate is chocolate, and let’s be real. Can you really ever go wrong?
Just set yourself up with a hunk of this “bread” (*snicker*) and a big cup of cold milk, or steaming tea, or hot coffee.