There's no bread Mommy 'Daar's niks brood nie, Mamma'.
That was my son as he came charging up the stairs. Oops, we live far from town and it happens sometimes. No bread or milk. We keep some long life milk and some bread in the fridge, but every so often we end up with a depleted stash.
'I'll just bake you something then'. It probably says something about a household if there is always four kinds of flour, yeast, sprinkles of any description, buttermilk, many varieties of rice and even more of grains in the pantry, but no bread.
There were two very ripe bananas in the fruit bowl, perfect for some muffins. We like bananas, but not the very ripe variety, not even in a muffin, so I decided to mask the taste slightly with some cacao. The chocolate bit is not decadent, just a bit of extra taste. Still healthy enough for lunch.
As soon as they were in the oven, the electrician and his daughter showed up. And then my father. Everybody took a few, straight out of the oven, piping hot. It left only four, which we took to E's swimming coach in the afternoon.
Then we had friends over for supper and I made some chocolate mousse for dessert, with some macarons on the side. Decadent, dark and even a bit naughty. We ate it while staring at the lightning that illuminated a huge storm over the mountain.
