I always imagined myself outgrowing this childhood dread.
Guess I never did and probably never would.
Perhaps it is pretty much similar to why I prefer sunsets than sunrises.
I find sunsets hopeful. A promise of a new day. Its not there yet but it will be. I also think it is more dramatic.
Mondays are just awful. If I had some power to change things, I would make a week to be simply, 2 Fridays, 3 Saturdays and 2 Sundays. Perfect world. Shame I neither have the power to change the configuration of a week, and some wise guy already invented the 7-day week cycle. If I get the chance to meet him, I will not even ask him for an explanation. I'll just vaporize him and set my own terms.
When I get the Monday blues, I don't resort to the most primitive of all defense mechanisms and deny the existence of Mondays. I would like to say that I take pride in being able to cope with wicked Mondays like any good, rational adult.
I resolve to make myself what a friend of mine calls, the D.M.C. A lovely lady named Linda sent this to me, and I have since become an abuser. When I need an upper that leaves me with tons of guilt and horrible shame, I make myself the Dangerous Mug Cake. Why dangerous? Because it takes only 5 full minutes in committing a perfect and godawful crime! If you haven't tried this, its about time you did. And I would love to personally welcome you into the "family"! Benvenuti nella famiglia!
DANGEROUS MUG CAKE
1 coffee mug
4 tablespoonful of flour (all-purpose, not self-rising)
4 tablespoons Sugar (yes dear, this ain't sugar-free)
2 tablespoons baking cocoa
3 tablespoons milk (I go for broke and go Full Cream on this one)
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips*
3 tablespoons nuts*
(*means its optional, of course I exercise my options and choose both)
Small splash of Vanilla
Add all dry ingredients together to mug. Mix well.
Add egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in milk, then oil, and mix.
Add chocolate chips and nuts, and Vanilla and mix again.
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes on high.
When you see the cake rising out of the mug, smile. You're doing it right.
Allow to cool a little. (You can choose to tip it out of the mug and plate it if you desire. I don't. Too tedious.)
On really sad days, I top it with some whipped cream and sprinkle more chocolate chips. (I warned you, its criminal!)
EAT. Can serve two. But why share?
With one serving of this little mobster, I am ready to face even the Loch Ness monster. Bring it! Dite ciao al mio piccolo amico!!!