There's no metaphysics on earth like chocolates.

Current book: O Pioneers!
Pages read: None!

Today I took a walk, gave blood, went to three grocery stores and a butcher, gave my friend a ride to the airport, and made triple chocolate cookies (With melted chocolate, cocoa, and chocolate chips, in case you were wondering what the three kinds of chocolate are. Also, a little bit of coffee.) The recipe included the words "fudgy consistency" and "reduce an adult to tears of joy." (Ah, Baking Illustrated, how I love your diction.) I haven't tried them yet, but the entire apartment is so thick with the smell of warm chocolate that it's almost enough just to smell it. Almost. Also, I used parchment paper on my baking sheets for the first time, and I'm an enthusiastic convert. The cookies just slide right off! No spatula or anything! No half-squished cookie edges or little rings of crustiness to scrape off your baking sheets! Convert! I say unto you that I bring the good news: parchment paper will deliver you to eternal bliss! Kind of.

I'm fully aware that I sound more like a cooking blog than a literature blog right now, but I figured you'd rather have a run down of what I did instead of reading than nothing at all. Maybe I'll convert it into a cooking and literature blog - I'm going to make pot roast on Sunday, after all. The 5.65 pounds of beef brisket in the fridge is solid, meaty proof. But I digress. (Well, or do I, since this whole thing is a digression? That's right, folks; come for the literature, stay for the deep metaphysical reflection.) Ahem. The point of all this, of course, is that there was no time for the pioneers, though I'm quite looking forward to them. Probably tomorrow?