Naughty Toast

I've been craving chocolate cake just about once a week for the last few months. It's actually become part of habitual routine that is highlighted by writing and cooking the same things on the same days.

Depending on my spontaneity and laziness levels at the time, I may attempt a homemade chocolate pastry or I might dash to Royal Farms for HoHos.

Last night, I chose culinary adventure.

Tunneling through the fridge, I discovered just enough decadence to make a decent snack: toast with peanut butter, chocolate frosting, and strawberries.

As usual, I used the first name that came to mind: Naughty Toast. It seems appropriate for a choco-peanut-berry thing created in desperation at 10 p.m.

Unfortunately, by the time I thought to take a picture, I'd already eaten the most attractive portion. I'll let you use your imagination on this one.