This fall, a chocolate shop opened in my small town, just a mile from my house. It's almost enough to not make me long for France.
The cases are full of lots of truffles. Some of the chocolates have flat tops with interesting designs.
The owner is a friendly man who is usually in the back room making chocolates when I show up. Big windows look into the "chocolate kitchen" so he sees me and comes out to the shop.
If he is working on something new, he might give me a free sample!
The other day, my husband was in our little downtown with some cash in his pocket, so he stopped and bought me four truffles. I think I'll keep a husband like that.
When the chocolatier places the chocolates in a box, he carefully arranges them so the box has an artful look. I've sent chocolates to my mother and my grandmother. Watching the chocolatier pack the boxes is almost as much fun as eating them. Almost.