Dreaming of Chocolate
There I was, being so good for the last several days (ok 4 days so far on ship) with exercise and healthy eating. Dreaming of chocolate while working on an essay. I had completely convinced myself that I was not making a trip to either the cafe or upstairs to afternoon tea. I don’t need more coffee, or tea, or desert.
Thought I heard a knock on the door. Before I could be sure through the audiobook on my headphones the doorbell rang.
The Chefs have been busy.
Just so you get the full impact. Chocolate. Never mind the two small cakes that I am not eating due to Passover. or the chocolate covered strawberry that vanished almost as soon as I had it up-wrapped.
According to my magnificent cabin attendant, the chefs started making these about three cruises ago to rave reviews. By the time she stopped by in the evening after cleaning loads of sand out of almost everyone’s cabin, most of them had apparently already been consumed. I don’t think this should be treated anything like bears or bunnies where the first accomplishment is to bite off their little heads. This needs to be admired and savored.
Oh the other hand, Mystery Island is not. Same tender port as the last time I was here in 2013. Lots of sand, beaches and snorkeling opportunities. Almost all the new cruises and the children got off. Few, if any, of the elderly did….
and soo tasty…..
A chocolate piano! That’s. Really. COOL.
My concert pianist grandmother would have been very pleased.