One Apple A Day #51
Chocolate, everywhere.
I’m staring at my kitchen. The blender in my right hand. The bowl overtuned on the countertop. The remains of the chocolate dough pouring down. There are chocolate pieces on the white doors of the kitchen. Brown splashes on my t-shirt. Small pieces are slowly sliding down on the tiles. It looks like someone just thrown a bomb in a puddle full of mud. I should probably do something, but I’m paralyzed. That brown blob pouring down is hypnotic.
I was so proud so far. It was my first attempt to make a chocolate cake. An important milestone in my brand new single life. A big step up from being the one tasting to the one making.
I bought a book and all the tools and ingredients listed in the book. I set up all the stuff in the kitchen perfectly. My kitchen looked like the set of a glamorous food magazine.
Then I started. I followed the instructions step by step. I had to make some adjustments here and there, minor things. I didn’t think they were so important.
I was almost done. I just had to do the final blending in the bowl and the cake would be ready for the oven.
A click. It takes only a small click to create this mess. The click on the button to start the blender. But it didn’t blend anything. Instead it started throwing pieces of chocolate all around. The rest happened in slow motion in my head. I stopped the blender, put it down in an unbalanced position. So it felt and hit the bowl. And the bowl overtuned. I keep staring at all this mess, like it was a movie.