And so, there was a message in my inbox from Sam this morning after his mom, Gigi, read my post: would I like a Sherpa?
Would I?! I answered with a Yes Please! and immediately started baking chocolate. Sam is a peach.
And so I got to traverse CNCH in style. We ran into Gigi and his sister and a few friends at one point, and as we were talking, he started teasing his mom about her haircut, how it went just so at the back now.
I looked up at him and grinned, Well, if she used a hot curling iron for that, you know… Train up a curl in the way it should go, and when it is cold it will not de-part from it.
After I got home I glazed the pair of chocolate tortes I’d pulled out of the oven just before I’d left. One for Sam. And one for…
That second torte went out the door almost immediately but then came right back in, and I got handed an object. I had no idea what it could be. I was told, “Turn it off!” I was absolutely mystified. Turn what off? What are you talking about?
I about died laughing and wanted to take pictures after explanations were made but was told that doing so might not be held in the highest appreciation at just that moment–it would be funny later, but but.
Remember that glaze recipe?
Chocolate-truffled cellphones. Total Immersion method. Yum.
(Yeah, we were afraid it was net-working, but it handed over the chocolate and nothing got hurt.)