Recently my friend Bernice posted the following in her Facebook status: “I promise to send something homemade to the first 5 people who leave a comment here. They must in turn post this and send something they make to the first 5 people who comment on their status. The rules are that it must be handmade by you and it must be sent to your 5 people sometime in 2011."
I know Bernice. She is my friend - and not just of the Facebook variety. And I know she is a very talented chocolatier. So knowing she is skilled in the art of all things chocolate, I accepted the challenge in the hope my gift from Bernice would be hand dipped, er, uh, I mean handmade. Not being willing to leave it up to chance my comment read, “Chocolate dipped strawberries with the white chocolate drizzled on top please." Probably presumptuous but I make no apologies and Bernice completely understands. It's no secret her talents are in high demand. I merely stepped to the front of the line.
She sent her husband to deliver them this week. A knock on the door after the kids were in bed made me a bit apprehensive. We weren't expecting anyone and it was dark. Our fears were calmed when upon opening the door we discovered Rich holding a tray of chocolate scrumptious. Here, I'll show you:
All adjectives are inadequate to express my delight. But I'd like to point out the plums in Williams' icebox weren't even dipped in chocolate so I don't know why he was apologizing.
Part 2 of this post will someday address what I did to pass it forward. I'm currently searching for the perfect gift to hand make for 5 dear friends.
Thank you Bernice,
Love Amy
P.S. I do love Williams' poem and for those who find pleasure in the magic of well chosen words, here it is in its entirety.
This Is Just To Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
