I’m sitting here, trying to figure out how to write this post. I find writing to be the most challenging part of keeping up with this blog because I am not much of a writer. I made a really easy, delicious ice box cake that I want you to try. I’m trying to think of some s’more story or memory… or what to say about s’mores, but what is there to say? I ate them camping while I was growing up. The combination of rich chocolate melted with the fluffy marshmallow on a crunchy graham cracker is pretty much the best. The flavors and textures are all very comforting–eating a good s’more is kinda like getting a good hug from someone you let hug you.
On my last visit to Maui, there was a flood. A rather large flood, in my house. Something, I’m still unsure, happened upstairs and sent tons if water through the ceiling and walls. It was a disaster of sorts.
But I’m not here to talk about that. I’m here to talk about how I was so overwhelmed, I needed a trip to this magical cacao farm where beautiful little baby cacao trees are on their way to being big and to one day, make chocolate.