My chocolate boxes arrived last week.  The cardboard carton was heavy and huge and I ripped it open with rabid joy and laid the contents before me.  The table was piled high with stacks of elegant black and white boxes, rolls of black ribbon, and brightly colored flattened cardboard more puzzling than a Rubik’s cube to assemble.  After folding them every which way and managing to convince myself I wasn’t making candy boxes, I was failing a sinister psychiatric exam, I turned the task over to the cat.  Another stack of small but classy little brown boxes were just perfect for that manly chocolate gift should a manly man (or woman) cross my path in need of nine perfectly presented chocolates.  Now all I needed to do was fill them up.  Read More…