Last week, I went to hang out with my recently married from Brooke. She's totally one of those woman who would do anything for their husbands. You know, like get up at 4 am to make his lunch and send him out the door for work. Now that's love. One day, I hope to be as nice as her.
Anyway, while I was hanging out with her she was making homemade bread for her husband. Seriously, she amazes me. Her domestic skills impressed me and I realized that if I ever wanted to keep a man, I better start cooking.
And so, I immediately starting thinking that I should become domestic. It's not that I don't want to be domestic. I just don't have the patience or the skills to really own that title.
And so in my sudden urge to become Goddess of the Kitchen, I starting looking for recipes for pumpkin chocolate chip bread. Because you know, anything with chocolate chips is worth making. So I found a few recipes that looked pretty simple and I starting thinking to myself I would have a night in baking bread. Just call me Martha Stewart.
However, after looking at all the ingredients I would have purchase just to make some freaking bread, I decided that maybe making such a treat wouldn't be necessary. What was necessary was a trip to Great Harvest - where I could purchase a loaf of chocolaty pumpkin goodness and be instantly satisfied.
And that I did.
And yes, the loaf was gone by 5 pm this evening.
And it was delicious. I'll go back tomorrow for more. I suggest you do the same.
I'll also pick up a loaf for Brooke, repackage it like I made it, and drop it at her house. She'll never know the different.