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.
5 comments:
UH-OH, Do I sense new furniture being delivered soon? Amy, your mind works so wonderfully, I bet you already have a piece designed!! LOVE your blog, wouldn't be a complete day without it!!
Oh, Amy, how funny! When I was a girl, my mother always got us a little treat for Valentine's Day. Around the age 8 or 9, I decided that what I really wanted was my own heart-shaped box of chocolates! All mine, not for sharing!
Can we add a row of little devils with pitchforks in front of the angel choir to keep out chocoholic husbands?
You know I love that rose chocolate!!!
Chocolates dance in my head even when it isn't Christmas!! These would have been popped into my mouth before a photo could have been taken!!
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