Dessert

I have a wild sweet tooth that I have followed to bad ends since I was a child lying to my mother and saying I was drinking hot carob when really my mouth was full of the powdery sweetness of hot chocolate from an envelope.
I am a sugar junkie and I have a problem. As I have gotten older I have for the most part had to give up baking because I cannot be trusted with trays of cookies, cakes or pies. The German deli on NE Sandy and Roses deli are places I have to steer around and don't get me started on the pastries and candies at my local market Ira's.
But I refuse to give up because there is joy in dessert. So I have found another path, a grownup path.
Tonight's dessert: a chunk of delicious and nutty hard cheese, several small pieces from a dark chocolate bar, ripe strawberries and a glass of wine. A far cry from the lardy frosting of grocery store sheet cake I enjoyed in my more indulgent youth, it feels decadent and oddly sexy to have this late night treat.