On a trip to the USA last year, I discovered the most delicious essene bread at Whole Foods. It was grainy and soft and full of flavour and of course terribly healthy!! It was exactly what I was looking for. It was a raw bread made from sprouted whole wheat berries, dehydrated to form a loaf and sweetened with natural fruit juices and dates- I adored it, and returned on a near daily basis to buy more during my sojourn.
I dreamt of eating it back home and made it a point to purchase one before heading back home. I lovingly wrapped up the frozen bread into a few bags to maintain its freezing point as long as possible and was able to transport it home safe and soundly! As soon as I arrived home, the first I did was to pull out the package of the bread and place it into the freezer.
I often dreamt about eating the bread and was always putting it off, waiting for the “perfect” moment. Well, the “perfect moment” occurred last week when I anxiously took the bread from out of the freezer and practically watched it thaw out (no, not really…I went to bed and let it thaw overnight). I had already eaten the bread several times over in my dreams that night and woke up with a grand smile on my face of satisfaction and then massive expectation. I set the table in an almost ceremonial manner, walked into the kitchen to get my longed-for bread. I opened up the package happily, slowly and then I grew concerned. And then I was just plain pissed off (excuse my language but no other term best describes how I felt!) with myself and the world around me! The bread had gone bad!!!
Yes, although I could see that something was not too right, I had to take a piece to make sure that my suspicious were hopefully not correct. I put a small bit into my mouth and within even thinking about it, it popped right back out! It tasted absolutely inedibly disgusting!. I looked at the wasted loaf of divine bread and did everything to prevent myself to succumbing to the tears which were begging to come out. What a fool!! I had clearly left it in the freezer waaaaaaay too long. My disappointment was not able to be hidden throughout the entire day and I constantly shook my head in utter disappointment towards myself. How could I? No-one wanted to be anywhere in my vicinity that day I can assure you!
Is there a “perfect moment” for anything. I think of friends of mine who are waiting for the “perfect partner” to enter into their lives, and years later, several partner ahead they are still looking and actually wishing now that they had remained with ex number 1. I think of female colleagues of mine who are in their forties without children saying that they had waited all their lives for the perfect moment, and now it is too late. I think of countless other situations in which I thought that I would simply wait until the time was right, and it never was…or rather it always was!!!!
At any rate, I felt a craving for chocolate mousse that evening but did not have any of the ingredients to make it. I would have to wait until the next morning, I thought when I could go shopping. At least so I initially thought! I went into the refrigerator and found an avocado and soft tofu, which was perfect for raw chocolate mousse. A friend of mine had told me about this simply recipe and it makes a rich and svelte chocolate mousse! You really will NOT be able to tell the difference I seized the moment and enjoyed it to the fullest and I hope that you do too!
- 1 cup of dark chocolate %70 broken into small pieces
- 6 ounces of soft silken tofu
- 1/2 avocado
- 1/3 cups of maple syrup
- 1/4 cups of dark cocoa
- Soya or almond milk (optional)