Today promises to be unseasonably warm, as was yesterday. I carefully circumvented having to do anything constructive by deliberately seeking out a patch of ice on our concrete walkway and twisting my right foot 90 degrees until I could hear the delicate crackle of misaligned bone and tendons.  So instead of cutting firewood or clearing greenbriar out of a prospective fencerow, today I am going to bake a low-glycemic index chili-chocolate “food of the gods” cake. If it doesn’t suck I ‘ll post a recipe.

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