Cauliflower...and chocolate

I made a really beautiful cauliflower salad. Blanched cauliflower, radish, fresh coriander, boiled egg, red pepper shavings and minced celery. It looked like Spring and it tasted fresh and healthy with a zingy lemon, garlic and olive oil dressing. But I made it 3 days ago and had not the least desire to blog about it. I made it. We ate it. End of. Well, not entirely. We compromised our healthiness by mopping up the juices with leftover milk bread -see below. No, what prompted this post, was a scary reaction I had to a conversation I overheard in the bus, where one woman was telling another about her allotment. She had spent weeks preparing the ground, she said. It was hours of back breaking work. But now she had set up courgettes, onions and potatoes, and she had set up blackberry bushes and raspberry canes. Her friend made noises both appreciative and disbelieving. Where did she find the time, weren't blackberry bushes a nightmare to control, etc etc. I on the other hand had an instant foodie reaction, which went, raspberries. Must buy them and bake with them Right Now, I get off the bus, hop to a grocer, find raspberries, and within half an hour I am deep into a recipe for raspberry, White- and dark chocolate brownies. Nobody is coming over, we are eating out for the next two days, in short there is no logical reason to produce 12 of these beautiful things, but I do anyway. I hang over them fondly as they sit stacked in their glistening squares on a White plate ( it has to be a White plate to highlight the dark ,earthy chocolate and the blobby red of the raspberry) and note, not for the first time, that my impulse to bake is a creative force that makes a virtue out of my untameable passion for, well, for food. Comfort food. Ok, chocolate food mostly.