Neela’s Never Ending Chocolates
June 3rd 2011 Posted at Uncategorized
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My mother Neela loved her chocolates. Russell Stover, mostly, though she’d never turn down a Whitman’s Sampler, while anything better was just too good to be eaten and only meant to be admired and sniffed, like the cap from her Chanel No. 5. But her Russell Stover chocolates were her evening delight. She always kept a box in the end table drawer, just within reach. At the end of the night, after the dishes were done and she and my dad sat back in their chairs to watch the sitcoms, she’d open the drawer, set the box on the end table and eat two or three, like she was snatching little bites of luxury and couldn’t be more pleased with herself for the itty bitty sin. Then one day, my dad got an idea. Read More…
