On a cold, wet afternoon in Brussels a 17yr old girl walked into a chocolate store absolutely awestruck at the mouthwatering array displayed.
Chocolatiers such as Godiva, Neuhaus, Leonidas were only names in foreign magazines & here she was actually taking in the aromaโฆ!
Chocolatiers such as Godiva, Neuhaus, Leonidas were only names in foreign magazines & here she was actually taking in the aromaโฆ!
This, this & this she said, savouring every moment of the selection while a young man carefully placed her pieces into a box, which in itself was a beauty.
Till she stopped at a tray of beautiful chocolate hands. Hands?
Why hands? She asked the young man.
Till she stopped at a tray of beautiful chocolate hands. Hands?
Why hands? She asked the young man.
Itโs a Belgian - how do you say - he turned to an elderly man at the till - a Belgian delicacy.
But what is the significance of hands? persisted the young girl.
I will find out & tell you when you come the next time.
The old man kept his eyes at the till.
But what is the significance of hands? persisted the young girl.
I will find out & tell you when you come the next time.
The old man kept his eyes at the till.
37yrs later, while browsing on social media for something entirely unrelated she learnt about those Belgian chocolate hands.
From deep within her gut, she retched & retched in repentance for that barbaric savageness moulded to such finesse & perfectionโฆthat she had so enjoyed unknowingly.
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Those hands.
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