This moment when you plan to make cookies and realize you don’t have chocolate chips… is actually my favorite one. It gives me the opportunity to crack open a tablet of dark 80% chocolate, and observe the random event of slivers of strong, rich intensity forming under the knife.

I enjoy their unevenness and anarchist shapes, the fact that they start to melt almost immediately and that truly you have no idea how the whole thing will turn out. Predictable cookies are so unhappy…

The great thing with the chocolate bits left over is that they don’t last very long… either tiny hands will deal with them first or you can throw them in a yogurt, with bits of crumbled cookies for dessert. no drama!