James has gained eight ounces in three days. The pediatrician asked if we were feeding him steak and gravy. (Of course then I proceeded to spray the poor child in the eyeballs with breast milk. Well, I suppose I can look at it as fending off any incipient conjunctivitis.) Then I snuck off to the local coffee shop where the staff, all of whom know me and the other two all too well, admired James at great length and then gave me my mocha latte and toasted bagel while I read today’s newspaper. Ah bliss.
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For those of you who expressed an interest –
Dolfin chocolate is most definitely not just a cool Pittsburgh thing. It’s amazing imported Belgian chocolate – available at the Chocolate Moose, which *is* a cool Pittsburgh thing (also at Mon Amie Chocolates in the Strip (another cool Pittsburgh thing) but they are sort of snotty there so I only go there to satisfy my HobNob cravings) – Dolfin blends all sorts of spices and herbs with different kinds of chocolates, and I have yet to eat a combo I didn’t like (although the Earl Grey tea bar could be more strongly flavored). My favorite is, however, the dark chocolate with pink peppercorn one, even if the dark chocolate with candied orange peel is the one that got me hooked in the first place. (In fact, I am so addicted to the orange/dark chocolate combination that I have been known to candy and dip my own peel.) Other than Lake Champlain Chocolates’ Five Star bars (my personal jury is out on whether I like the caramel or peanut ones best, but I lean towards the caramel) and the homemade mints from Chocolate Celebrations on the South Side (Dan anted up a pound of these upon the birth of James although sometimes he buys them for me for less momentous events…), the most amazing chocolates I have ever had came courtesy of my little brother who apparently thinks nothing of spending forty bucks for a pound of chocolates. La Maison du Chocolat chocolates are these incredibly delicate infused ganaches – some of the flavors include honey, anise, cinnamon, and kirsch. They blew my mind, it was the best box of chocolates I have EVER eaten.
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More proof that I eat like a child: I fear having exotic things blended/infused into my chocolate. Herbs? Peppercorns? Ack! Peanuts or almonds? Yes. Coconut or crispies? Sure. Peanut butter or caramel? Please! But that's it. To me, putting something like fruit or peppercorns into chocolate is tantamount to turning it into salad.
1- Gina, I'm with ya on that. I was once given a chocolate square with a thin slice of pickled ginger. My concept of man as evolution's final triumph was forever dashed.
2- BabBab...I mean, I know my wife and I are weirdo Goldwaterites and all that, but our kids were sprayed in the eyes with breast--as opposed to what? Leg?--milk in the privacy of our own home, not in front of their pediatrician.
-Joke
It's not as if I did it on purpose, Joke. Humph.
You know, the kid was eating and the ped wanted to check his testicles and whatnot, and so I popped thelittle guy off and swoosh - right in the ole eyeballs. (This all sounds vaguely pornographic...) Sadly the spray thing happens more than I would like to admit. My compyuter keyboard has little speckles all over it too, the kid moved his head, what can I do when I am typing one handed and the kid moves his head? It's not as if I can aim the damn things.
Although that'd be as useful as my idea that we should grow an extra arm with the birth of each child which would then shrivel up and fall off at around onset of their puberty...
Leg milk. Elbow milk. Earmilk. Bellybutton milk. I make myself to laugh and laugh.
Once I tried to squirt milk at my husband. He was not amused.
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