I'm a whole foods kind of person. The practice, I mean, not the store. OK, let me try that again. I'm a from-scratch kind of person when it comes to food. If I can make it instead of buy it, I do. Everything from bread to chilli is whipped up in my kitchen. And I like it.
Some weeks ago, I saw edible chocolate body paint for sale. "Awesome," I thought. And then I looked at the ingredients. Wow. I didn't know what most of that was. Oh, wait. Fake vanilla. I recognized that one. And who wants fake vanilla, anyway? Blech.
But, hey, edible body paint! Edible=food! Food=recipe! Recipe=I'm sooo on it! TO THE INTERNET!!!
A short trip around Google showed me several recipes I could use. Finally, tonight, I had the time to try one of them. So while patiently dissolving sugar and water I went through the next ingredients in my mind. I could see myself measuring out the cocoa powder. I could also see myself using the remaining cocoa powder and emptying the container. Could see it like it already happened.
I could see it like it already happened because it DID already happen. I had finished up the cocoa powder when I made...sigh...chocolate oatmeal cookies as a snack for the kiddos.
No fun in the kitchen. No chocolaty smell. No body paint.