A little bread—a crust—a crumb—
A little trust—a demijohn—
Can keep the soul alive—
Not portly, mind! but breathing—warm—
Conscious—as old Napoleon,
The night before the Crown!
A modest lot—A fame petite—
A brief Campaign of sting and sweet
Is plenty! Is enough!
A Sailor's business is the shore!
A Soldier's—balls! Who asketh more,
Must seek the neighboring life!
Emily Dickinson
Death by Chocolate
at Hollmann Salon
Image © by Merisi
Needless to say, it was delicious?
ReplyDeleteI hope YOU consumed that last bit??!!
ReplyDeleteYes, my lovely daughter left it for me. ;-)
Delete(Virtue rewarded, I had only ordered coffee after lunch.)
Clearly, it was a sweet affair.
ReplyDeleteSweet as can be ... ;-)
DeleteHumm..! lookdelicious, i am a fun of chocolate.
ReplyDeleteAin't we all? ;-)
DeleteIf a photograph tells a story, the you have certainly achieved yet another tale of the delicious. Even your empty plate has panache.
ReplyDeleteI could not resist to relate the end ... ;-)
DeleteIf you ever want to make an incredible chocolate killer cake look up Julia Child's "BOCA NEGRA." I make it
ReplyDeleteoften and serve it with bourbon whipped cream.
I have never made it, thank you for the tip!
DeleteMy family loves Julia's Queen of Sheba chocolate cake, maybe I should try a new recipe. ;-)
Beautiful poetry and crumbs of joy
ReplyDeleteThank you! :-)
DeleteI'm so curious to see what it was before it was eaten! I know it must have been fabulous! Thanks for linking up at Best of the Weekend, Merisi!
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