Should be writing you amusing and insightful ramblings about my sheltered, pointless little life.
But I’ve been given homemade chocolate babka by the Sweet Angel of Postpardum High Calorie Care.
I have nothing more to say because I can’t type and lick chocolate babka off the computer at the same time.
NaptimeWriting 
Yes, please amuse me.
Now I want babka! Didn’t your mom ever teach you that you’re only allowed to gloat about food on your blog if you brought enough to share?
I love chocolate babka. A lady in my neighborhood makes it and when I go for a walk and catch a whiff of it, I almost pee myself.
Babka is an awesome efficient delivery system for chocolate. Angels are another awesome efficient delivery system for chocolate. DOUBLE WIN!
Never had babka. But wasn’t it featured prominently on a Seinfeld show?
In any case, enjoy!
Yeah…chocolate does that to me too. I never even liked it before giving birth. And now? I crave it like I’m pregnant. Please direct that Angel to my house.
There is nothing wrong with the bliss good chocolate ANYTHING can bring to you…no need to apologize, just indulge for the rest of us!
I don’t blame you for not writing. I wouldn’t if I had chocolate babka, either.
are you still in babka jail? jeezus woman, give your tongue a rest wouldya!
The Sweet Angel of High Calorie Postpartum Care. I think she may have visited me too. She may still be visiting me actually.