Once upon a Thyme · The Magic Of The Chocolate Chip Cookie The chocolate chip cookie has always held great meaning for me from my first bite. It was the first time that I had travelled to the United States. A little girl was eating…
I recall so vividly that Sunday morning. It was such a quiet day, with no traffic populating the streets. There was no hustle and bustle of people going to work or school. My ears were attuned to the flutter and song of birds outside of…
I returned home from a workshop feeling completely exhausted and absolutely famished. As I searched for my keys, my mind was in the kitchen thinking about what I could make for dinner.
Some garlic lemon salmon with asparagus? Or perhaps some asparagus soup?
As my mouth watered, I searched my pockets for my keys to open the door.
Nothing.
I searched my bag.
Nothing.
I emptied out my rucksack.
Nothing.
I shook the door in desperation and heard the keys inside rattling away.Ting a ling a ling.
It dawned on me that I had dashed out of the flat that morning and had closed the door, leaving the keys hanging inside.
I wanted to scream, yell at and bang the door down. But I didn’t.
I headed downstairs to the bakery next door and asked the baker if he would help me to break open my door. He seemed happy to take up the challenge and a gentleman who had overheard the conversation agreed to help as well.
I figured that within a few minutes, we would have the door open and I would be inside, making my dinner.
The two men began examining the door. They shook and pulled, trying to release the hinge. They wiggled and whammed at the door, and nothing budged.
One hour had passed and now they were kicking, and hammering and cursing.
A neighbour heard all of the commotion and offered to bring down some other tools, that would help to wedge the door open.
After 3 hours and twenty minutes of failed attempts, the men gave up, saying that they had to return to their own lives, leaving me there alone, drenched in tears and completely famished.
I watched the men go down the steps and leaned against my door, trying to figure out what to do next. With a heavy sigh of exacerbation, the door flung open!
I stood there in front of the door for about a minute, trying to digest what had just happened, and stared laughing so intensely that I had to bend over to contain myself.
By the time I finally got in, I was much too tired and hungry to make my planned dinner. So I oped for something quick, simple, and sweet enough-something to nourish my soul and sweeten my palate. The perfect way to end the day.
This recipe for chocolate mousse offers a beautiful, creamy texture that really melts in your mouth!
Enjoy!
A delicious Chocolate Mouse with a nice kick
Once upon a Thyme · Once upon a Thyme. Carl Part 1. Chocolate Almond Tart Carl was my first love, as my parents like to say it. We met when we were four years-old where we attended a catholic pre-school. Carl and I found…