Another day, another chance to celebrate a random, highly caloric, food.
Welcome to my National Chocolate Mousse Day, everyone.
It started with my awaking in a state of absolute exhaustion from working so late two nights in a row and not being able to sleep in because our building is under an incessant state of renovation and the chief worker likes to yell at people, including his girlfriend, about their sex life, on his cell phone, in the hallways, at 7 am. Plus the drilling and sawing and banging and vacuuming.
I was so tired and hungry on National Chocolate Mousse Day that I couldn’t think straight and it took me a while to get my wits about me to leave the house in search of food.
This bumbled trip involved a really long line up at the Whole Foods Burrito Bar to get a ginormous yet flavourless burrito, and a thing of chocolate mousse.
The sad part was that as soon as I stepped out of Whole Foods, there before me was the cutest most amazing authentic Bolivian food truck boasting vegan tacos and coconut rice. I was devastated. I was too stuffed from my underwhelming burrito to double down… which is a testament to the Whole Foods burrito, because this woman can eat.
Letting bygones be bygones and not shedding a single tear, I shuffled home with my chocolate mousse, as it was National Chocolate Mousse Day not Chain Grocery Store Burrito Day nor Bolivian Food Truck Taco Day.
I was actually so stuffed from that god damned burrito it was hard to eat mousse… which is really just chocolatey air, aimiright?
And that, folks, is how one celebrates National Chocolate Mousse Day when they are tired as bejesus and find out that making it involves eggs and heavy cream and an assortment of other ingredients that aren’t handy.