The Brownie Test

The perfect excuse to actually make some. Gather in my living room sweet teeth!

You Are a Caramel Brownie

You are a very sweet person. Even when you get yourself in to binds, people know that your heart is in the right place. You're the type of guy or gal that people never forget. There is something "sticky" about you - you stick in people's brain's. You are act naturally. You let the world see who you are, flaws and all. You're a little chaotic and even messy, but you're okay with that. You can be a bit hyper and unfocused at times. You don't stay organized - but that's part of your charm!

What Kind of Brownie Are You?

I heart collegues with baking skills.

Am I not lucky?

The title of this post about sums up what I would write about but it was by far the most pleasant event of yesterday. Especially since I had to reschedule my swimming date, did not taste victory in the picking-up vegetables contest, fell for the wrong guy again, received an e-mail reminder of my dentist for a yearly check-up and had to work late very late. Bah.

But I still heart collegues with baking skills.

Dag Sinterklaas

I can easily guess to whom I owe the pleasure of finding sweets in my shoes this morning and I would very much like to dedicate this youtube clip to the person concerned.

The Experiment

Today, in a prolonged state of post-exam stream of impracticable creativity, I baked chocolate cakes in the microwave.

Batch I:
Bitability: 100 aka rock hard
Taste: -5 aka burnt chocolate

Batch II:
Bitability: 0 aka sticky dough
Taste: 6 aka doughy brownie

Batch III:
Bitability: 10 aka perfectly squishy
Taste: 10 aka not so doughy brownie

There goes my reputation as a superb cook.

Chocolate Milk

I am not so well. I will not be in touch. I wish to be left alone. I have been hurt. I am paining. All hope is not lost to have the friend I so very much wanted but it will take a lot of swallowing my pride. I'm not ready for it yet. But I have Chocolate milk to comfort me in the meanwhile.

Heaven is a place on-line

Honestly, what did I want a man for, again? Here is everything I ever needed and wanted.

Reason

There is no reason in love and hate. Once the more I have been made aware of it today. Or rather in the past 24 hours. The full effects are filtering through the anaesthetising o.d. of Mexican- Chili hot chocolate milk.

"... but I'll burn a candle for you in my heart."

That's what she said, and made an already made day even better. Already made because some three hours earlier someone came into the world of desperately- trying- to- stuff- the- knowledge- I- should- have- gathered- during- occasional- study- hours- in- autumn- when- there- was- light- and- time- aplenty- instead- of- knitting- ten- billion- scarfs- nobody- needs moi to hand a Tupperware item back and strew love, encouragement, inspiration and chocolate candy all around*.

* all around me, my books and two other lucky students seated a few tables away

Too Much Chocolate

There is such a thing (though I would scarce dare to admit it before) like too much chocolate, and I'm experiencing it right now.

There is however no such thing as too much tea, too much reading, too many lip balms and a man that loves me back. Please note that the last word in the previous sentence is merely to avoid obvious unwelcome comments.

Sinterklaas

Today it's Saint Nicholas Day traditionally children will find candy and small presents waiting for them when they wake up. I, alas have grown too old to get presents from the holy man and if I want spoiling on this day I have to take care of it myself. And I have. This evening around 25 (of which naturellement I am one) chocoholics will gather at the Quetzal Chocolatebar and splash into a chocolate fondue , I need not point out that this is by far my favourite OAK organised activity.

More Happy Thoughts

• Renewed Internet access
• Couscous for lunch
• No more need for love advice
• Concert tickets
• Pink nail polish
• A sweet text message
• Jeff Buckley on the radio
• Chocolate covered cinnamon cookies
• A free copy of 'A drink before the war'
  

three journals

I attended a jasmine ethereal oil aromatic therapy gathering (for lack of better words) yesterday. It was fun. It was even interesting. And the best part is the experiment is continued for a week in the privacy of our homes! All people present were given a very thin stack of papers, neatly stapled together henceforth called 'the Diary' and a minute bottle with one or two drops of jasmine essence. All readers know me to well to even have the twidgiest bit of doubt that I enjoy this very much. A regular diary and a chocolate diary (for the benefit of the chocolate coach as an instrument to keep my cacao consuming under control) could never be enough to satisfy a writing maniac as my self.

I'm a survivor

I am a survivor. Though I do not entirely feel like it. I did live through the first period of 24 nonchocolatic hours since I started eating the dark Belgian gold agian. But plan MHM has miserably failed. I can't hate every single man. Let alone hate him that I am unsure about. I merely want to be loved.

Merely.

As if to love was nothing. And asking as much, without knowing for sure that I'll ever love him (back).

A day without chocolate

You'd think it was nothing after over a year without chocolate, but it isn't. I was depressed the moment my chocolate coach pronounced the verdict. I 'll let you know tomorrow if I survived.

Nunc est Chocolatum

After 404 consecutive days of non-chocolate consumerism, today is the days I will spoil myself sick on Belgium's pride. Enough of bad moods caused by love sickness and confusion, away with suicidal thoughts and self mutilation, goodbye to lonely nights and cold showers, no more need for anti-testosteron potions. Now there is chocolate cure me.

Please do not spoil my mood by pointing out that simply eating dark sugary stuff will not make me any less confused and that the person concerned will not love me any less(if he loves me at all, which I still refuse to accept as a truth, no matter what the princess might say) because I have found a sex substitute.

Not a major dieting success

Three years back, I imposed some cruelty on myself, refusing for the course of an entire year to eat chocolate and drink alcohol. To my great surprise I found this not so hard. After 367 days I lost 1537 grams of bodyweight. Not what one would call a major dieting success.
Unwilling as I am to learn from mistakes made in the past, I am ready to torture myself a bit more - by al means call me a masochist. From September first I will for a period of thirteen months abstain from all edible and drinkable substances containing alcohol and cacao and also from bacon flavoured crisps. All that catch me consuming any of the above mentioned products are hereby commissioned to punish me as they see fit.