Tonight, Julia and I are watching Julie and Julia. What a fun movie. (Except for the few scenes during which the 13 year old buries her face in an improving pillow. Not much of that in this movie.)
For a month I've been longing for chocolate cake. The last time I suffered this malady I made a huge, deeply chocolate cake, ate a piece, and took the rest to church. It was heavy. There's a cake in this movie that resembles that cake, and it's brought my chocolate desire to a peak.
So here it is again, the chocolate infirmity. And during the movie I realized that I should not ignore it. Tomorrow I shall make a cake. It'll be a mix. The frosting will be from a tub. But my chocolate disorder will be subdued until at least May. Ya think?