Graceful Decay

There was going to be a little mug cake tonight. I melted the chocolate with the salted butter, and headed to the fridge…

And we were out of eggs.

I grumbled. I pouted. But I would not leave the kitchen empty handed. So I improvised. Added a few chopped walnuts. Gave it a new name. “Mug truffles”. And it was exactly what I hadn’t known that I had wanted.