In the last year or two, I've taken up reading recipes for enjoyment. Recipes are short, light reading, not at all taxing to the intellect, and they can appease one's creative urges when there is no time to fulfill one's creative urges.

At any rate, all this week, some insistent little region in my brain has been telegraphing me chocolate and molasses, chocolate and molasses, chocolate and molasses. Surely, this is a rather unusual marriage, thought I, and it might take some convincing with others, but I think, I really think, that those two rather strong personalities could work together. Not in equal proportions, but rather that biting into a molasses cookie with a chocolate note, or a chocolate cookie with a molasses note, the passerby would have to stop and ask What was that?! Lo, and behold, it appears from scrounging around the dregs of the internet that chocolate and molasses is a classic Dutch combination. Maybe that genetic .32% Dutchness somehow communicates to my unconscious? Tonight, I could take that goading chocolate and molasses, chocolate and molasses no longer and I heated up a bit of molasses in the microwave and added some chocolate. And yes folks, it works!

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