Deep in chocolate bliss. Jenny is making a no-holds-barred chocolate cake and I’ve already started drooling. I remember, back in my early bachelor days, getting a homemade blueberry pie from a coworker. It was so good I couldn’t stop eating. I sat at my kitchen table, just me, my pie, and a half-gallon of milk. My friend was shocked to get the empty pie plate back the next day. I’d do it all over again, too, though I’d drink soy milk this time.