That is, if the South Beach diet is a steady consumption of warm flourless chocolate cake and coffee.
I make warm chocolate cake. I make it often and I make it quite well. I experiment with it every time, and I can't get enough of it. I feel guilty after I've eaten the whole thing, but it's such a satisfying, decadent, and luxurious experience. The chocolate sauce oozes out when I delve into it with my spoon. The powdered sugar helps crust the top. And the vanilla bean ice cream makes the gooey sauce even creamier. I add a dab of espresso to the batter if I don't have Valrhona handy. I know how much butter, eggs, sugar, and chocolate go in it. And I will still let it enter my body.
OK, but actually, I am trying to get on the South Beach diet, if only to put Reyna's present to use. I had a mozzarella and artichoke omelette this morning, South Beach-inspired. After I phase this chocolate cake thing out, I'm in the clear.
Sam likes my blog! Thanks, Sam. Helping to make the workday tolerable, one entry at a time. So I'd like to think.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 4:43 PM
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