And now, the “chocolate” part of “Wool and Chocolate”:
So, the man comes home yesterday and says, “Hey, did you make a chocolate cake today?”
“Huh? You want cookies?” I think for a minute. “I don’t have any chocolate chips, but we could make snickerdoodles.”
Without hesitation, he says, “No. It has got to be chocolate. You don’t have any chocolate? YOU don’t have any CHOCOLATE?!?”
“Sorry,” I shake my head. “No chocolate.”
“Really?” he tries again, “You really don’t have any chocolate in the house?”
“Well, there might be some baking cocoa in the pantry,” I let this sink in a moment. “I could make a cake, if you want.”
“No, never mind,” he says.
And then I think, Did that really just happen? The man is having chocolate cravings and I have nothing to help him out with?!?!? Is this the twilight zone or something?
So, I baked him a cake. And then, just to make sure he knew, I wrote this across the top:
Chocolate cake. The man wanted chocolate cake. What is this world coming to?