Hey…
I hope all of you are doing well…
A genuine question,
what’s up with today’s prompt,
dream chocolate bar…?
I was wondering if today’s prompt would be something that would push me in a direction to think that isn’t conventional,
and would enlighten me or this little mind of mine,
but no,
Waakiye
What’s your dream chocolate….?
But,
this comes as a breather of sorts,
because,
dreaming of food and coming up with creations different than what goes on,
regularly is a challenge of sort too,
because there are so many ways to create a dish,
so being creative becomes something of a mandate,
where your survival isn’t possible without something that is visually appealing,
along with the taste,
how it hits the palate…
Now comes the dream bar,
I am a coffee addict,
So,
if coffee or in a broader term caffeine was a part of a chocolate it’d be the best,
but plain coffee in chocolate wouldn’t suffice,
we’d have to cut the acidity too wouldn’t we..?
So,
to balance that we can add milk chocolate cookie crumble
to give a sort of texture,
we also would have to consider the filling that would be a part of it,
we can use coffee cream in the form of a mousse or something like a coffee liqueur base,
which would give the much-needed kick,
and surrounded by it would be a mix of dark and milk chocolate,
(Upping the content of dark chocolate to give support and stability needed to support the weight of the contents inside…)
With that I’ve become a master (Of sorts) in this craft,
One chocolate bar at a time…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍

all alone in a room,
filled with light that has an origin,
thinner than a split,
though which we can barely get a glimpse…
As the light travels,
and hits what seems to be like a plate,
and a half visible body of a person trapped within the seams,
looking at the source of light,
not being able to see,
the actual origin…
As he stares at the food,
A bun,
and a couple of donuts holes,
It seems,
he’s tired,
greatly tired of eating them as he avoids looking at them,
questioning its origin;
as he continues to stare at the source of light,
without even a single clue,
he stares into nothingness,
yet again…
“A sufferer’s plight”

