New Post on Ether Capacious: Moses the Black (because sometimes them naughty Catholik boyz is funny)
Thangs is so bad out theah in the real world--a real ciff-hanger ya' might say--that I'se lookin' to escape. Every Day. Escape.
When life is this fraught wif' anxiety, any decent woman turns to chocolate. Heah's mah current stash:
(NOoooo, the Maya isn't on account of the Mayan Calendar 12/12/12 freak-out, which doan hold no water fer Aunty.)
Stayin' true to mah goal to avoid harsh realities, I ignored all the mornin' chores an' piled mahself up in a comfy chair to thumb through catalogs an' read a new book on local food.
Y'all, wait 'til Uncle discovers thar's a local distillery 40 miles up the road what' they make "Artisanal Florida sipping whiskey" from Florida grown corn: "this ain't yore Daddy's moonshine." A few lucky fellas on mah list is gonna git some o' this fer they own Merry Merry Christmas.
One reality avoidance maneuver led to another an' afore ya' knowed it, I wuz fully charmed by this English sprite who cooks in Paris' smallest bistro--her cramped apartment-- whar' her maximum seating is two. But doan feel sorry fer her, 'cause the BBC now done made her an offer of her own TV show--move over Nigella.
How does she manage in this retro 1940s kitchen??
Ah, savory is good ( might substitute apricots fer the prunes, though), but looky!! CHOCOLATE!!
Well, see? We's been full circle--it's back to chocolate. Pudding. Mousse. Pastry cream. Wif' nibs. Eat it now in case thar's no dessert in a post-cliff dive world.