"There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate." -Linda Grayson
I gave myself an early Easter present yesterday. These luscious little morsels beckoned me from the nether reaches of the grocery store. I could somehow sense their presence, and then I turned the corner and there they were just staring at me. They were ridiculously priced, but I put them in my cart without hesitation.
I allow myself only two delicious eggs each day, because they are so pricey, and because the fat content brought a gasp from even myself. I wait until the children are not around, and then I indulge in a moment of shear delight. Such moments are reminiscent of a delightful evening I had with my sister in Portland just a few months ago.
The event was Feast Portland. We had just finished an evening at the Sandwich Invitational. I believe we had just downed at least ten sandwiches.
Two or three macaroons.
And a couple of ice cream sandwiches.
We were waddling our way from the event and decided to make one last stop on our way home. To the gym?...you ask. No... to Moonstruck Chocolate Cafe, where we indulged in a Conquistador milkshake.
Oh that was the best milkshake! The perfect blend of chocolate, hazelnut, and whipped cream. We somehow rolled ourselves back to our hotel after a complete food orgy. We felt not a tinge of guilt. We simply changed into our stretchy pants, sprawled out on our big comfy beds, and reminisced about the day's flavors.
That was a good night, and I think about the Conquistador often. In fact, I may be planning another trip to Portland here very soon, and a visit to Moonstruck Chocolate Cafe may very well be on the top of my vacation to-do list.
But until then, these little babies will have to suffice.
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