I remember JeanAnne telling me once that you don’t need to eat the whole piece of chocolate cake (or any dessert) because all the pleasure comes in the first bite. Just savor that one first bite, and that’s it. After that, the pleasure drops to almost nothing.
I want to say right here, for the record, that I make a wicked chocolate cake. Truly astonishing. It’s from scratch, it’s moist and light, but sinfully rich at the same time. A gastronomical orgasm.
Tonight we’re celebrating Valentine’s Day, which is the iconic chocolate holiday.
But we’re not going to have our traditional Moonstruck chocolates, or my orgasmic chocolate cake, or even any of those revolting “Be Mine” Conversation Hearts that crack your fillings when you bite down on them.
Nope. We’re going to have a nice dinner, some wine, and just suck it up.
You should feel sorry for us. Because it’s sad. It really is. Especially tonight when it’s freaking 30 below outside and a body needs a little sugar to mitigate the pain. But we’re going to hold strong, and hopefully be better for it in a few weeks.
But tonight? Yeah. Where’s that corkscrew?