There is chocolate everywhere. My stand mixing bowl has chocolate in it, and two of my stainless mixing bowls have little dribbles of chocolate in them. It looks like a chocolate explosion happened in my kitchen. I'm surprised I don't have any on my perfectly white t-shirt clad 4-month pregnant belly. I keep checking...there must be a dribble somewhere on me.

I just put a gluten free flourless chocolate cake in the oven for my sister-in-law's birthday. Happy birthday! It has bittersweet dark Dagoba chocolate, local free roaming eggs and butter and sugar. The creamed butter and sugar were the perfect light yellow color in the mixing bowl. And I don't think any other smell can compete. Talk about a comfort smell. It takes me to a happy place. Well, that and the fact that the playlist is keeping us moving with the sounds of Red Hot Chili Peppers, Ray LaMontagne, Guster, Jack Johnson, Beck and others. The love of my life pauses to admire and smell the mixing bowls I shove under his nose. And I hope as I dance to the music maybe my halting, horrible dance moves will somehow make my baby a good dancer. Or maybe he or she will just grow up to be prone to motion sickness.

Our windows are open for the first time of the season. Sunlight is streaming in. Could it be that spring is actually on the way? I have my food, my love, my music, and my windows, and I pause to think that life could not be any better.  ¶ 2:35 PM