Six weeks from today I’m off to France. My thoughts are just that, unrealized, but akin to children running into warm beach water in summer: many and happy. In this moment, I’m thinking of chocolate ganache tarts, available in some patisseries, perfect for a five-bite mid-afternoon snack.
The day before yesterday, Labor Day, I saw “The Help,” which I highly recommend.
But, will I ever be able to eat chocolate again, the way I could before?