Chocolate Soup, Surprise!!!

I lost my license. I looked for two hours in every possible place that it could be, but not the place where it is, because I couldn’t find it. After a certain point you have to ask yourself am I continuing to look because I don’t want to admit I lost it or because I might find it, and if I do find it, is it going to take me longer than going to 34th Street and getting a new one. I went to 34th Street. When they called B302 window 1, I walked up to the lady just as she was hanging up the phone. She said something I couldn’t understand, but I was sure it was something like, “you can’t get a license today, or you can’t get a license at all or there is no more license for you”. When I said “I’m soryy, I didn’t hear you,” she said, “Oh I wasn’t talking to you, I just can’t believe it. I just can’t believe he’s making dinner. My husband called me on the phone and said what are thinking of making for dinner and I told him hotdogs, and he said ‘I can do that’. “You just never know. You just never, never know.”
I got the impression he didn’t call often with the offer. The thing is, it doesn’t have to be complicated. If you are offering to make dinner for someone, the offer alone can be worth fifty nine course meals, even if it’s a little roll of pressed pork parts. Dessert doesn’t have to be hard either. Find the best bittersweet chocolate that you can get your hands one. If you have 8 ounces of chocolate and chop it up; bring 16 ounces of heavy cream to a simmer. Pour the cream over the chocolate and stir. Serve it in little demi tasse cups with a drizzle of ever so lightly whipped cream and call it chocolate soup.

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