Don't Call Chocoholics Anonymous...

During Thanksgiving vacation, I went shopping with my mom along the main street of Palm Desert, which is called El Paseo. Along this street are many beautiful boutiques, and a certain high-priced kitchen store (one of a national chain). Since mom needed to find some napkin rings, we decided to browse through the store, and possibly pick up some ideas for Thanksgiving dinner.

I found an item that I do not need - well, I found LOTS of items I don't need - but one of them made me crazy with desire. I went back to the condo and told Gregg about it; he persuaded me to wait and think about it until we got home, so I did.

And then I went to the Seattle branch of the high-priced kitchen store, and bought it. Here it is:

See what I mean? Would you have been able to resist such beauty?

So yesterday, I baked lovely, bite-sized Ghirardelli chocolate bundt cakes (from scratch) in that irresistible pan. They are adorable.

And today, I made chocolate ganache and frosted them. I may have been hungry when I did this.

You can't really make out the adorable, detailed shape of each bundt anymore. I may have gotten a bit carried away.

Chocolate ganache likes to drip. I like the drips; they look like a chocolate fountain is at work. As one thing led to another, I got sort of lost "in the zone," as if I were painting. (I majored in painting in college, in case you didn't know. And you can see that I am not making a living as a painter.)

Now, be nice. They don't look that bad in person, and they taste great (I had to sample one).

And no one needs to call Chocoholics Anonymous. I am going to share these with a group of women while we watch "Julie & Julia" tonight.