Nuttin' Much

I am waiting for water to boil for the allegedly low carb pasta. There is a frost warning in the Southern Tier and the edges of Erie County tonight; it may call for hot chocolate tonight. I've had a chocolate craving for three days now, and it isn't going away regardless of how many activities are inserted as diversions. We do have some fine candy shops in town, for supermarket chocolate won't do it this time yet I don't want to pay an arm and a leg for my fix. What do you do to take care of a chocolate craving?

Sometimes sponge candy will do it, it is such an odd contrast between the sponge and the chocolate coating. Other moments call for a solid chunk to break up and gnaw on, woodchuck style. I think I am having a woodchuck craving, like I'm getting ready to hibernate for winter. Over the summer I was able to get up to DiCamillo's bakery, and brought home a small cake...gosh, what's the name for it...not cannoli...ah! cassata!... it was white cake rolled around a ricotta filling. lightly flavored with rum, fruit and tiny chocolate chips, covered with chocolate ganache. I was happy for a month after that. For four bucks.

I have found a study that will earn me the degree I need in eighteen months, and am enrolling for the Spring Term. It's called Creative Studies, and honest to god, I am not sure what it entails but the hours and the price are right. Organization and leadership, says the blurb. You just watch me organize and lead, folks.

After dinner, time for turning in, the way the dark comes so early, I 'spect the clocks will be turned back soon. Spring forward, fall back. The night is so enjoyable, I wish it were safe to walk around in. Every other sense is increased because of the limited eyesight, so sounds and smells and sensations are much more intense. I remember being twenty and unafraid under city trees at night, the horse chestnuts falling in the gutter, leaves turned orange by the streetlights and me in my skinnie minnie jeans and red leather platform ankle boots. What a sensation of being young, accented by nightfall. You were there, I know I saw you on the side street, calling to your friends.