Monkling’s Blog

I found out that’s not true. You cannot die from chocolate. Yes there is a story in this (nod to Glorimom, who does not read my blog).

Last night I didn’t blog. You may have noticed. The reason is I was busy trying to find chocolate without having to go out. I have PMS and I needed chocolate. Badly. I looked in all the cabinets. Nothing. Nor in the pantry, down in the basement where we keep whatever we cannot fit up here (like the giant boxes from BJ’s Wholesale). Nothing in the basement refrigerator, nothing in the regular one.

Now maybe if this urge had taken over at a decent hour, I may have gone out to the store but I didn’t feel like dragging my butt out to the store at 9 p.m. Then, way in the back of the pantry, I found a little box of brownie mix. I looked at the box. It looked like it had seen better days. The box said, “Best if used by Jan. 1987.” Okay, maybe not that far back but let’s just say it was pretty old.

“Do you think I’ll die if I make this and eat it? Will I get poisoned?” I asked whoever might have been listening to me. Frank & Theresa were watching TV. I’m not quite sure if they didn’t hear me or if they were just ignoring me. Since I come out with some strange questions, I think my family just ignores me half the time.

I made the brownies. Theresa tasted a bit when they came out. “Why do they taste like there’s cornmeal in them?”

“I have no idea.” I tried a piece. “Nah, that doesn’t taste like cornmeal. I’m not sure what it does tastes like but it does have a chocolate taste to it and that’s good enough for me.”

There are no more brownies and I lived to tell the tale.

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