dressed as an Art Deco Secret Spy.
There was a patron at a table behind me. I heard him discussing dessert with the waitperson, sotto voce.
He said Well, now. Does it come with chocolate sauce?
The waitperson said No.
The patron asked Why does it not come with chocolate sauce?
The waitperson replied Because the chef does not like to make chocolate sauce.
I thought Here! I’ll take a good piece of dark chocolate and some full cream, melt the two into a simple ganache and Bob’s your uncle. How can the chef not make chocolate sauce?
I kept quiet though, so as not to blow my cover.
I came home and made chocolate sauce.
...then, as your Rat skipped with love and merriment home from a music lesson, she spies a very interesting-looking brown box on her front veranda.
Could it be…
could it be…
It is! It’s a box of ho-made COOKIES from Sweet Mollie! (Rat tears open the box in a greedy, yet Virgofully refined manner and joyfully sniffs the delicious smell of chocolate chip oatmeal cookies! They’re so fresh they’re practically still warm! (How did it only take one day to mail?)
Rat takes a cookie, one bite, rolls her eyes heavenward, then takes another, and another, and another. O sweet bliss! Thank you dearest Mollie K!
And another and another. Delicate chocolate greedy bliss!
or early this spring I will plan the chocolate tasting. (And it’s a lie that wine and chocolate do not pair well. A fruity off-dry red shirazzzzz is good.)
I am thinking that about a dozen different kinds would be a good evening.
I am happy to have sent Sweet Mollie K her own personal chocolate tasting. Nirvana (in a chocolate sense) turned out to be quite mailable!