If You Can’t Beat ‘Em


My two-and-a-half-year-old found my stash.

She was halfway through a two-inch-by-two-inch square of Valrhona when I discovered it. Since it was already covered with slobber, we sat together on the stairs and put it away. Might as well join ’em. The picture—derivative of Bear’s, I know—and the smears around her mouth show her triumph.

And I thought I had expensive tastes.

One Response to “If You Can’t Beat ‘Em”

  1. kika pica says:

    Ha!hahahaha!
    I’m just imagining that she was wired for an hour or so afterwards.
    She’s got much better tastes than I do–I think at least once or twice I tried to enjoy baker’s chocolate as a kid. What a rude awakening.