Last night, after a filling but nonetheless not entirely satisfying meal*, I wanted something for dessert. But there really wasn't anything dessertish (look! a new word!) around. Oh, there were canned peaches and pears, but I don't consider fruit a real dessert. Because I am not cosmopolitan (or healthy) enough for that. Sometimes I'll have A. make cocoa and that will be my dessert, since he makes it with whole milk and a LOT of cocoa powder so it's pretty rich. But I didn't want that, either. So I went with my fall-back, there's-nothing-for-dessert dessert: A spoonful of peanut butter with chocolate chips smushed into the top.
It ain't pretty, but it does satisfy the desire.
Please tell me I'm not the only one out there with such a craze for dessert that I will resort to this sort of thing. Some of you MUST have desperation desserts of your own, right? RIGHT?
* A weirdly tasty concoction from my Spain cookbook of basically cornmeal mush with ham, bacon, garlic, paprika, and caraway, of all things. Best of all, though, was the note that it's often "garnished" with fried pork loin or chorizo. Because it's always good to squeeze in yet ANOTHER form of pork. This is one reason we really loved our trip to Spain.