Has anybody seen my Muse?

I could blame it on the heat. And I have. But the horrible heat has moved eastward to torture others.
Regardless of the excuses I make (too many teenage males?) the fact remains that I just don't feel like making stuff. I've got stacks of fabrics waiting, but so far not much is happening.

When I was a kid, my mom would make an amazing hot fudge sauce. It was thick and rich and would brighten up the darkest mood. The leftover sauce would be poured into a tiny pyrex container and placed in the refrigerator. The next day it would have thickened and become almost fudge-like. We'd pull it out of the fridge for lunch dessert and make sure it was divided EXACTLY in half. We'd then eat it with a spoon.

I pulled out that old recipe last night. I don't know what happened--it never did thicken up like I remember it, but it tasted the same. Like heaven. If anything's gonna bring my muse out of hiding, this should do it.

If anyone out there wants to give it a try, just melt 2 squares of unsweetened chocolate with 2 tablespoons of butter over low heat. Stir in 2/3 c sugar and 1/2 c evaporated milk. Continue cooking and stirring until the sugar dissolves and the sauce thickens. Or kinda-sorta thickens, in my case. Add a little vanilla.