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I’m steeling myself for the cold weather this morning by slipping this truffle past my lips like a prayer. Feeling its complex flavor bloom in my mouth and coat my tongue, I think of the dear friend who smuggled these past the French and over an ocean to me for Christmas. I am consoled. I am ready to march.
It’s 12F out there. It is a new year (and the last of the Mayan calendar). Chocolate courage in a can. I hope you are ready too.



Written by etinnyo

January 4, 2012 at 9:45 am

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