Behold what may be the best Valentine's gift of all time: a life-sized solid chocolate high heeled polka-dotted shoe filled with gourmet truffles. I realize the readership may have been able to visually glean that description despite my unfortunate photographic attempts, but hey, how many times does a girl get to type "life-sized solid chocolate high heeled polka-dotted shoe filled with gourmet truffles" in her life?
Damn. I'm up to two.
Note how the chocolatier offers up those luscious truffles in lieu of a chocolate foot thereby defying the devastating assertion that one-cannot-have-one's-chocolate-shoe-and-eat-it-too. Sweet joy of life!
I love that the chocolate shoe is a gift for me as well as everyone who sees it, for the chocolate shoe surely renews the viewer's faith in humanity. If the vicarious experience isn't enough however, you too may procure your own chocolate shoe from Sweet Designs where they make them by hand.
It is now February 17 and the chocolate shoe has been in my possession for three days. I've only eaten one of the truffles and clearly deserve some sort of award for that. Yes, I will share the truffles with my darling Goat and Lil' OB. I'll even offer them nibbles on the white chocolate embellishment.
But dear reader, when the time comes to lift shoe to mouth (and that time will indeed come) and wrap lips around that dangerously inviting heel in preparation of a bite that promises be infinitely more orgiastic than the decapitation of a thousand chocolate bunnies, that pleasure will be mine and mine alone.
After all, a person can only share so much.
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