On Chocolate Capuccino Spread, and other thoughts that happen to be crossing my mind at the moment

Possibly one of my longest entry titles yet.

A few days after I came back to DC from my long, not-quite-awesome-due-to-crapton-of-work winter break in Illy, I went to World Market and picked up a jar of chocolate hazelnut — or hazelnut chocolate — spread. Cheaper than Nutella, and, as it turned out, better than Nutella. It was very creamy and spreadable (Nutella is spreadable, too — just too spreadable), and nuttier. I eyed the other types of chocolate spread that they had and swore that I’d be back to try something new.

And I went back about two weeks later, after Nutella’s cousin was thoroughly consumed and enjoyed, to get the dark chocolate spread.

I didn’t like it as much as I thought I would — at first. But it grew on me. Once again it was creamy and spreadable, but not the type of thing I would just spread onto a slice of bread.

The dark chocolate spread was eventually finished and, today, on my way back from class, I picked up the one I’d been dying to try: the chocolate capuccino spread. Seriously, how amazingly delicious does that sound?

It was about 2pm and I hadn’t had lunch yet, so I decided to wait until snack time (yes, I have a snack time. You may call it “tea time” if you want, but it’ll always be “snack time” to me. Or, more frenchly, “l’heure du goûter”. Leave me alone.) to try it (on a slice of whole wheat bread, with a glass of milk).

I sautéed some sliced mushrooms in butter (you gotta be crazy to sauté things in anything other than butter), beat some eggs and made a beautiful mushroom omelet. Too bad I had run out of shredded cheese.

Then I had an apple.

Note that I’m totally taking a break in my work to blog about this.

Then it was 4pm and I couldn’t wait any longer (I know I’d just had lunch, but I couldn’t stop eyeing the clock), so I poured myself a glass of milk and spread that beautiful brown-and-white swirly paste onto a slice of bread. And I ate it. All of it.

And, well… I’ve had better. It tasted too much like cocoa powder. The texture, even. I’m not unhappy with it, but I probably won’t buy it again. Chocolate hazelnut — or hazelnut chocolate — spread, I’m all yours. AND YOU SHALL LIVE IN MY TUMMY FOREVER.

Anyway, I’ve decided that I will blog whenever I start an internal monologue about anything. Sometimes we (i.e., “people”; I haven’t started referring to myself in the first person plural yet) have thoughts but no one to share them with immediately. It’s a shame, but that’s life, and I think that blogs are a wonderful way to communicate whatever thoughts and feelings you happen to have at any given time. I love blogging. I can edit and re-edit my entries, think and re-think my ideas, and, most importantly, I don’t feel like I’m imposing my thoughts and opinions on people — unlike when I send a mass email to 20+ people : “Hey guys, it’s me; me me me me blah blah blah blah.”

It’s a real shame that my closest friends don’t blog, especially because we’re all so far from one another. It’s nice to be able to read what people are up to, how they’re feeling, and so on. And it’s so much easier than writing fifty thousand (okay, maybe not fifty thousand) “individual” emails that say exactly the same shit over and over again. Maybe I’m the only one who has time — nay, takes the time — to do this. Probably in vain, too, because I don’t think they read this. I always chuckle a little inside when, once in a while, I mention blogging and someone says, “You have a blog?!” and I think, “Yes, I have a blog, I linked you all to it about three years ago,” but all I say is, “Yes, I have a blog.” Then they ask for the link, and I link them, and then… well, whatever they do with it, I guess I’ll never know.

Actually, I wouldn’t say that this is in vain. Let it be known that I don’t blog for them, or anyone else for that matter. I think it’s just better to have my thoughts floating around in cyberspace than to have them internalized and eventually forgotten. I like being able to go back to what I’ve written and see how much of that has changed since then.

I should probably get back to work. I’m heading back to Philadelphia on Thursday afternoon and will stay there through Sunday morning. I’ve cancelled my DSL at that location and need both my laptop AND the Internet to work, so I won’t be able to get anything done. Which is good, in a way, because I really need a break — mental if not physical — but also terrible because I’ve got so much to do. I wish I could say that I’m going back just for kicks, but it’s actually to go to the hospital with my mom; her most recent (end of January) mammogram calls for further testing. Let’s hope they’re only wasting our time.