"Life..."

Chuckling here

"Life..."

 

Sometimes Chocolate cake is less confusing than Devil's Food .  I mean it.  Just go shred some Macadamia nuts, mix in some Dove dark chocolate bits, Hershey's Cocoa, some Land o'Lakes butter, sweet cream milk, Pillsbury's Best, a touch of Crisco, a couple of farmer's market fresh eggs, a dash of real vanilla (go figure?).  Hand stir with a FORK - no mixer bull - for a coupla minutes.  Pour into a Bundt pan and bake for 47 minutes... my oven doesn't do 45.

When its done - A lil powdered sugar mixed with butter... glaze the top.  And voila` - sit there and listen to all those voices inside telling you "NO!...NO!... " as you slowly and with full malice of forethought chew your way through a SLAB of "Goodness" and afterward stare with longing at that lil ice-chiped full glass of milk awaiting your pleasure. 

See - its so not confusing at all when you take life that way...

Chris

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[SparrowSong]

Imagine that, I swear I smelled the chocolate..what a delightful, delicious, indulgent slice of life you just served up...how did you know? Just what I needed, thank you for this.

[Chris]

Life is habit forming...

[sharonlee]

Chocolate kisses are something I miss... now the sweet dark bliss is forbidden to me ... sigh....

Delectable Chris.
xx

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

It may not be as politically correct , or simple as apple pie .. but go ahead .. indulge yourself .. you know you want it .. who will know .. gawd that iced-milk is so good after ..

Just me .. licking my lips .. J.

[Chris]

Welcome Back Jazz

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Hi Chris .. Thank you :)

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Jackie Gleason comes to mind ... "How sweet it is" .. ..

[Michael G.]

Sounds very good, indeed. And of course, you must use vanilla to get a good chocolate cake. I know, I know... doesn't seem right, does it? I would indulge... but you know I will simply wish you "good eating," kind, gentle chef of words and cake.

[Chris]

Is good...thanks Mike...I appreciate you stopping by.

[Michael G.]

It's always my pleasure, my friend.

[captain]

no, no, no!!!!
now I indulge.
;]

[Chris]

snuck up on you huh?

[captain]

yeah big time.

[Chris]

Good, you needed it.

[MindCage]

my mind always just says "i care... do it anyway..." yeah, I sort of don't have an inner voice

[Chris]

I'm glad you paused... and even more that you left a thought. I think you have more of an inner voice than you give yourself credit for - I've read yours.

[MindCage]

that may be, though I don't seem to see it as well as other people when they read my writing.

[Chris]

I liked your insight of the Doctor in "I promise"

[MindCage]

do you know what show thats from? Because a lot of my firends dont and quit frankly, l made them sit down and watch it. The new seisons not the old ones, though Ive seen all of them.

[Chris]

Doctor Who - the older ones were more imagination and less visual...PBS used to marathon them for donations and sign-up weekends... The first new one was cool...The second was too soon but one of the very best overall. Can't say that I appreciate Matt Smith at all... for most of his tenure the show was all about the Ponds. Smith lacks the charisma...

[MindCage]

:) thats awesome. And I dont like Matt Smith. Pound is okay but I still love David Tannent.

[John]

I daren't think too long what the Real Vanilla might be. I believe Picasso also had a penchant for including some unusual ingredients in his work.

One would have to be a terrible grump not to be charmed by this piece. It's just saying Be happy, forget your worries, bake your own cookies (biscuits) take pleasure in life...All right for some, I suppose. But I for one would be out of a job.

[Chris]

I hadn't thought of it that way... thanks John for that insight. And I mean really, I hadn't. Another case of Author's intent has no relevance - it's what the listener chooses a work to be about. OR damn could I have been "twisted" enough to have meant THIS explanation all along as my own insight? Chuckling here...as I eat another "bite".

[John]

To be misinterpreted goes with the game, I suppose, and we can't carp about it really. After all, we are not putting out recipes, only metaphors, which can have lots of meanings...I blame myself. I've read a lot of saucy postings in the last couple of days - one I recall about a dresser and the other about something happening in a car. I wonder if it has anything to do with Sandy the storm? During the Second World War, the birth rate in this country shot up because of all the incipient danger. I wonder if that storm of yours has had a similar effect on the poetic imagination. Batten down the hatches, yes. But what are they doing in the bunkers? just a thought.

[Chris]

How can we be misinterpreted? When the words leave our pen they become the listeners'... The birth rates seem to always go up in the survivors' countries. Part of the "fun" of being here IS the interaction between us. We are real people afterall - not just a not-to-be-known imprint below the title of a book that is for sale at the local bookseller stall. We have our own sense of everything and anything and at least THIS is a place where we CAN interact as people.

[John]

Whatever about interpretation, there is intent, and this is where, I think, the author may feel aggrieved or bemused with what may come back to him. Publishing in a forum such as this is different to magazine or book publishing because of, as you say, the interaction. Another dimension of course is the fact that we are writing, not speaking, to each other, which is a boom for writers as this is their mode of expression.

[Chris]

Valid and well given observings! The human part of the equation of life... the addition of that real bit of Vanilla to complete the full "flavoring" of our endeavoring to think.

[John]

In the end what defines us as writers, and as humans, is the words we use.

[Chris]

...and the ones we live by...

[John]

One searches for the individual voice in what Harold Bloom calls the vast grey undiscriminating sea of the internet, or at least in this corner of it.

[Chris]

I'm glad we "met"...you've words to be heard and thoughts to share.

[John]

Me too, even though I've to watch what I say.You're not one to let me get away with less-than-thoughful musings (I'm still feeling the heat over that last exchange! What furies were released! Not a patch on Sandy.)

[Chris]

"And friends don't let friends drive drunk..." chuckling here...

[John]

Very well put..interpretation, misinterpretation, intent..Oh God, here we go again. Draw the curtains, you are going to have to lie down again to get over this... I am but a gentle poet. I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed.

[Chris]

...great forum - this.

[John]

A chris(t) like figure, wry and chuckling, of an economical turn of phrase, suddenly starts blaming the sensitive poet at great length for, of all things, the Irish Potato Famine.

[Chris]

You mean the Brits went and bought up all the boxes of instant smashed - again?!? sigh...

[Chris]

damn, the "price of a good "Shepherd's Pie"... is often seen but seldom given

[John]

One hand on the curtain..I used to complain that the writers here were too nice to each other, needed to be more critical in a constructive way ..actually still feel that.

[Chris]

Laughing... go for it John...you've "earned" it!

[John]

3 point, and I'm out! Or do I get a star for at least trying?

[M. Kari]

haha have not yet eaten today so that does sound like a perfect breakfast :)

[olla]

dang.. double dang.. I have to take a rain check.. dang it all.. but I can smell the heavenly aroma.. it will be all the more special the next time you decide to bake..

[Larry Dyson]

all I can say is where's my piece?

[Chris]

in the fridge next to the milk... and you already KNOW where the plates and glasses are.

[Larry Dyson]

yep, and thanx...