I have been prodded into posting!
One Ms.
cocoajava put me in the way of a box of chocolates from
soufflon.com. The following is what ensued, this morning:
7 a.m.: I realize I forgot to check the mail, and announce to my husband that I'm going to do just that.
"Hey, it's a good thing I did. We got a package... *examines* looks like from England?"
"It's from David?" Rick says.
I whisper to myself that I hope not... I didn't send him anything this year. But it seems inevitable. "It says chocolates! But I don't recognize the return address." Maybe David's sister, Judith? That would be odd, though possible. She's thoughtful.
*fishes a knife from the junk drawer and stabs at packing tape, finally pulling a golden box from the cardboard* "Oooh." *shakes box slightly, removes burgundy ribbon, lifts lid*
*puppy dances around* "I wanna see! I wanna see!"
Rick and I peer in. Eight chocolates of various shades, each about .75" across, some coated in nuts, rattle around the top layer. I pick one up. It is covered in golden lettering. "It says curry?!"
"Look at that one," Rick says, pointing. I look. "La Violetta," it says. Another is having an identity crisis... Citrone Tea, The Citron, Citronella Thee... (Transcribing from memory may not guarantee 100% accuracy.)
Rick picks up a white chocolate ball covered in ... bits... and pops it in his mouth. I decide I must know what Curry tastes like with chocolate. I frown as I chew, waiting. The Curry will burst any second... but the chocolate melts... guh... a hint of liquor... my knees relax. God, it's good. No idea what "Curry" meant. Maybe it just tastes incredibly good in Chocolate. My inner Chris-Farley-In-Drag wakes up and screams, "EAT THEM ALL."
We've hidden the rest in the tea cupboard and have one rule that must not be broken: the box cannot be opened unless we are both here. *whine*