Dear reader, do you believe in lickable wallpaper? Do you believe in edible grass? Do you believe in a chocolate river with a waterfall that actually churns its own chocolate?
Do you believe in the magic of butter, sugar, and cream?
I do.
Every year of my childhood, at Christmas time, our house turned into Wonka's factory. It really did. Oh, the wonder! Oh, the joy!
Rich, creamy fondant bubbling on the stove, humidifying the air with sugar. It was enough to intoxicate a small child with happiness.
So when my little brother came to visit this weekend and we were wondering what to do, it was only natural we should try to recreate the magic.
And did we succeed? I should say so.
Because this right here, dear reader, is the gateway to nirvana.
One bite and you feel as if everything that went wrong in your life suddenly went right. It's like Mr. Darcy is staring at you from across the room. It's like you can speak French. It's like there's a knock at the door and an editor from Penguin Classics marches in and hands you a book deal. It's like you got asked to prom. It's like you went to a party and got the piece of cake with a rose on it.
It's like taking a dip in that marvelous river with the waterfall that actually churns its own chocolate.