Posted in chocolate, humor, Valentine's Day

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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