dark secrets hidden in the folds
of a silken black slip
tucked away for midnight trysts
a single kiss smoldering between
libidinous lips and an imploring tongue
wanting simply, more
concentrated guilty pleasure
le chocolat noir
I really really love the topic for today's Sunday Scribbles....chocolate. For the record, I do not make a habit of hiding it in my lingerie drawer, however...someone out there please confess that, like me, you have hidden really good stuff away from others in your household for your own selfish and delectable indulgence.
There was a time when my cravings could be subdued by Hershey's kisses. Then one day, I met Monsieur Chocolat Noir in Paris and that's when the real love affair began. I would trade all the Kisses in the world for one truffe nature (plain truffle) from la Maison du Chocolat or Jeff de Bruges. I would be remiss as an devout Francophile if I did not mention French chocolat chaud. Literally, this would of course translate as hot chocolate. But to think that these two drinks are similar would be like comparing Johnny Depp in Chocolat (the movie, not him literally covered in chocolate) to Jerry Lewis in well, anything he made. Just because the French had a thing for Jerry Lewis did not make him French or remotely chaud (pas en mon livre).
So....Vive le France! Vive le Chocolat! Et Vive Aujourd'hui! Aujourd'hui est mon anniversaire! And because today is my birthday,I think I should be allowed to indulged in this decadent sweet as much and as often as I'd like. Despite the fact that Mr Sooz (aka Tom) treated me to a fantastic dinner last night at Grapeseed Bistro & Wine Bar in Bethesda. (Emily, you gotta go here if you haven't discovered it already! And Cate I know you're somewhere in Maryland but just where I don't know.) I started with the most amazing foie gras I have ever had in my life (granted I don't eat it very often at all but this was incredible!). I ate just half of my main entre (Chef's Special, pork shank with yummy rice and beans and stuff) so that I could have room for dessert....Chocolat Marquis....ooooo la la! I cannot tell you exactly what it was, as for what it was like......well, just read the last stanza of poem again...and again...and again.... [wink]
PS...For all you chocolate lovers, you might enjoy the book The Discovery of Chocolate by James Runcie...it is a delicious tale of chocolate mixing fantasy with fact. Click my book links for more info.