Big house, small house

There’s always more than one way to swing a cat.

I like simplicity.

I like big houses. They’re good for sharing with other people. Which requires a simpler lifestyle.

I like small houses. They’re good for forcing you to limit what you have. Which requires a simpler lifestyle.

I’m not so sure about medium-sized (normal) houses.

They’re small enough that it’s hard to share the space, but they’re big enough that you can just put things in a corner, in a cupboard, in the space room, out in the garage. Out of sight, out of mind. And into the bin (ten years down the track).

If you’re trying to live differently, and if we need to live differently, perhaps the places we live in also need to be different.

Go big or go small, at home.

Double-down chocolate

There’s a small local gelato joint thats a bit of a hit around these parts.

They make a dessert that starts with a decadent fudgey-cakey-gooey-caramely-goodness named after a (similarly-named) politician, who gets more mixed reviews from locals.

I selected a scoop of “superman chocolate” gelato to drop on top of the (heated) gooey-ness, which was promptly drizzled with a shot of chocolate.

Oh yes, and a wee swirl of whipped cream on top.

Delicious.

Chocolatey-delicious.

I doubled-down (tripled even) on the chocalatelyness, and must admit I was concerned I’d overdone it, and was about to be overwhelmed by chocolate and sweetness.

I’m pleased to say, this never happened. Each mouthful was joyous, and I suspect, it is because each of the elements were independently delicious. I wasn’t left feeling overdone, in fact I considered a second round, but didn’t (I’m getting wiser in my old age).

Without saying chocolatey anymore, here’s what (I think) I’ve learnt:

• If something is truly good, really truly good, more is better. The flavour of chocolate is this kind of good.

• The same is not better. Get more of the essence of the goodness, but get it in a new way. Chocolate can be ice-cream, or brownie.

• Don’t fall for the cheap stuff.