Now The Real Work Begins
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.