Rich

I am a bit of a stalker.  I went to school once upon a time with this girl Nicole.  It is hard to place her.  Perhaps she was not in my high school after all.  In high school, I never thought it was possible to forget a single one of those kids.  How would I ever forget their names?  Yet, here I am struggling to place Nicole.  I know that I went to her sweet 16 celebration.  But, I remember that at that point she went to her local public school and wasn't at my Catholic High School any more.  Did I know her from some extracurricular?  Regardless of where she exists in my past, I am her Facebook friend.  The newsfeed two weeks ago showed a picture of her recently made and totally delicious looking dessert.  Since seeing this image, I have been following her blog "Truffle Honey."  She posts fairly frequently.  But, I feel somewhat like a voyeur. Along with her images of food are photos of friends and family.  It is funny how I know that I knew her, but now I only "know" her through her posts on food.

I tried her recipe on cookie dough truffles this weekend.  They looked so decadent and the recipe seemed simple enough to follow.  I felt like a pro watching the travel channel's baking competitions while baking myself.  There I was melting the rich dark chocolate, rolling the cookie dough balls, and waiting for everything to settle in the freezer.  They were delicious but so rich.  Half of a truffle and my stomach felt full, warm and complete. Now, how long will it take to eat through all that I have made?  Thank you Nicole, my long ago friend, for a delicious treat.