Last night in bed, neatly tucked in, I perused a holiday brochure that my grocery store sent me. In it was an article about their masterfully created chocolates.
Now I'm not a chocoholic by any stretch of the imagination. I do enjoy a bit of chocolate now and then. And I can't remember even once turning any down.
Oh, except last night when Rich wanted to order (and share with me) something called "Mile High Chocolate Decadence". I waffled since it is not often Rich wants to order dessert at all. But finally I decided that this chocolate confection would tickle my throat, land in my stomach with a thud, and would probably be served super duper cold. Oh, and probably was made a week ago.
But, about the box of chocolates...I have this idea that I would like a whole box of chocolates that is completely and wholly mine. And I would like to go through the box slowly, perhaps just a selection aday. I will ponder each selection with deliberation, truly tasting and enjoy each one as a separate and special thing. In my grand imagining of this, I am picturing a magnificent secret and locked cabinet to hold the box of chocolates, with a column of light illuminating it and an angelic chorus sounding.