Eleanor’s Godmother, Jeannette, makes truffles. Really, really good truffles. I mean GREAT truffles. Exquisite. Little droplets of heaven. Homemade. By hand. By someone who REALLY knows what she is doing.
Not only are they tasty, they are beautiful. Some have gold or silver powder, others have delicate drizzles of various chocolates. These variations help you identify the tidbit before you bite. The hot chili ones, though lovely, can be quite a surprise if you aren’t expecting such. She boils down an entire bottle of sweet champagne to a syrup to make the champagne truffles. They are my very favorite. I want to take a bath in that sweet chocolate elixir… But I digress.
The point: I look forward to her truffles every year, and I usually share. But this year, I am greedy. I will not share, no matter how much you beg.
I’ll be alone in the corner with the chocos… try to take one and you’ll crawl home on bloody stumps.