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Archaeological Dig

A few days before Valentine’s Day, my partner in crime and I attended a mini chocolate festival. Mini because it was not as big as the festival I attended four years ago (https://notesfromthecupcakerescueleague.wordpress.com/tag/raw-chocolate/). But it was good enough, featuring local chocolatiers and their generous samples. As with the previous festival, I enjoyed many tastes, many flavors. For Valentine’s, my partner in crime surprised me with four bars from my favorite chocolate makers.

Where I live, there is a chocolate monster, who sniffs out chocolate and eats it. I didn’t want that to happen, so I hid my new chocolates in what I thought was a safe place–inside a box, below another box, inside a cabinet. Shh…don’t tell. Hard to believe, I forgot about my chocolates.

Until one day, when I heard “Chocolate, chocolate.” It sounded like the Chocolate Monster. I had to get to my chocolates before it did. I wracked my brain, trying to remember where I put them. A vision came to me. Phew–what a relief.

I dug out the box beneath the box inside the cabinet. I carefully lifted the lid. There were my treasures. I felt as excited as if I had just found ancient pottery ware.

I would have photographed my archaeological find to share with you. Sadly, the Chocolate Monster beat me to the bars…and none are left.

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Luggage Tag Seeks Same

If you travel at home or abroad, it is wise to attach a luggage tag to your luggage; if your bags go missing, they will find their way to you. But what if your luggage tag gets lost?

After visiting my dear friend in Victoria, B.C. Saturday, I arrived at my B&B, only to discover that my shoulder’s bag luggage tag had fallen off.

Had it stayed in the tea room to indulge more smoked salmon sandwiches? Checked out the Fringe Festival? Wandered Chinatown’s alleyways and indulged in organic dark truffles with maple cream, smoked salt, and orange? Maybe it was hanging out in the shade of the giant acorns in a nearby village.

While I retraced my steps over the next twenty-four hours, I tried to remind myself that losing a luggage tag was minimal compared to, say, losing my passport or I.D. It was even better than losing my sunhat, which I accidentally left behind in the Vancouver airport the last time I was in the area.

But this was no ordinary luggage tag; it was my favorite luggage tag. It showed three lion cubs on one side and my contact info on the other. I felt concerned for it, splat on some unknown sidewalk.

I wondered who my luggage tag was without its attachment to me; I felt lost without it.

Perhaps my luggage tag needed its own tag to find its way back.

 

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Higher Math & Eating Desserts

During my visit with my mother, I faced many challenges, the biggest of which came on July 18. On that day we traveled to a new bakery. While I stared at the artisan bread, muffins, giant striped croissants, multi-colored pastries, assorted cookies, and nougat, she asked what I wanted. “The raspberry croissant, please,” I said.

“What else?” she said.

“Nougat.” It was a small, white square with pistachios, sunflower seeds, and what looked like dried orange peel. It reminded me of something I ate in Istanbul.

“And what else?”

I contemplated the cheesecake, carrot cake, the macarons with passionfruit cream and berries, and the opera cake that promised flavors of chocolate and hazelnut. Of course, I had to have that.

Driving home, she asked when I would eat them. Once home, she asked in what order.

I thought and thought. Because I could not make up my mind, I decided to call on higher math. I posed my dilemma to the permutation gods. Should I eat nougat, croissant, opera cake or nougat, opera cake, croissant? Should I eat croissant, nougat, opera cake or croissant, opera cake, nougat?  Should I eat opera cake, nougat, croissant or opera cake, croissant, nougat?

I put a lot of thought into when I ate nougat. I decided to have it in the middle, a bridge between flaky raspberry chocolate croissant and melt in my mouth hazelnut chocolate cake.

As you can see from the photos, I forgot to photograph nougat. You will also understand why I felt so challenged. I had my hands full–as well as my mouth.

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