Chocolate shortbread cure / Cura de bizcocho con chocolate

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

WE’VE HAD FOGGY, HUMID MORNINGS. Slightly sunny, less humid afternoons. And then foggy evenings. This early afternoon is still foggy and it even drizzled a bit (81 percent humidity).

Yesterday, I met Luke, his little brother, and their parents for a quick drink and then a wander around the Roman Ruins park under momentarily sunny skies. I already knew Luke liked lemons (I think more for the faces he can make than the actual taste). But I learned Beckett likes them, too — and the faces he can make.

That unopened box of shortbread with a layer of dark chocolate I mentioned yesterday, was opened by San Geraldo a couple of hours later. He proclaimed, “I’m having two!” But he then announced, “Oh, wait. They’re packaged in stacks of three. I’m having three!” So he wouldn’t feel bad about his gluttony, I had three, as well (because I’m selfless).

We both moaned in ecstasy as we ate them. SG said, “I’m having another one!” I said, “I am, too!” But that left two incomplete stacks of two, and that wasn’t aesthetic.” We finished off the box. Really, we had to. They would have soon been past their freshness date — in November. Besides, I’m sure the chocolate is why my head wound as a result of yesterday’s sock drop is so much better. The chocolate layers have embossed letters. I want to buy a whole bunch of boxes, so I can eat my words. I almost forgot! Those four remaining chocolate bonbons went bye-bye.

A few minutes after consuming all 12, we went out for Greek dinner. We even shared a starter. But no dessert. Our self-control is a marvel.


HEMOS TENIDO MAÑANAS NUBLADAS Y HUMEDAS. Tardes poco soleadas y menos húmedas. Y luego tardes brumosas. Esta tarde temprana todavía está brumosa e incluso llovió un poco (81 por ciento de humedad).

Ayer conocí a Luke, su hermano pequeño y sus padres para tomar un trago rápido y luego un paseo en el parque De las ruinas romanas bajo un cielo momentáneamente soleado. Ya sabía que a Luke le gustaban los limones (creo que más por las caras que puede hacer que por el sabor real). Pero me enteré de que a Beckett también le gustan, y las caras que puede hacer.

Esa caja de galletas de mantequilla sin abrir con una capa de chocolate amargo que mencioné ayer, fue abierta por San Geraldo un par de horas después. Proclamó: “¡Voy a tener dos!” Pero luego anunció: “Oh, espera. Están empaquetados en pilas de tres. ¡Voy a tener tres!” Para que no se sintiera mal por su glotonería, yo también tenía tres (porque soy abnegado).

Ambos gemimos de éxtasis mientras los comíamos. SG dijo: “¡Voy a tener otro!” Dije: “¡Yo también lo soy!” Pero eso dejó dos pilas incompletas de dos, y eso no fue estético. Terminamos la caja. De verdad, teníamos que hacerlo. Pronto habrían pasado su fecha de actualización — en noviembre. Además, estoy seguro de que el chocolate es la razón por la que mi herida en la cabeza como resultado de la caída del calcetín de ayer está mucho mejor. Las capas de chocolate tienen letras en relieve. Quiero comprar un montón de cajas para poder comerme mis palabras. ¡Casi lo olvido! Los cuatro bombones de chocolate restantes se despidieron.

Unos minutos después de consumir los 12, salimos a cenar griego. Incluso compartimos un entrante Pero no postre. Nuestro autocontrol es una maravilla.

• Mimosas on my way to the park.
• Mimosas en mi camino al parque.
• Such a beauty. It quickly dropped in and then struggled. I think it came to say farewell.
• Tal belleza. Rápidamente cayó y luego luchó. Creo que vino a decir adiós.
• On the rocks.
• En inglés, “on the rocks” [en las piedras] puede significar una bebida con hielo.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

32 thoughts on “Chocolate shortbread cure / Cura de bizcocho con chocolate”

  1. You always capture magic…. however i kept looking for champagne and orange juice glasses in the tree picture… I was like ‘Is Mitchell having some? Are there people on a blanket having some I’m not seeing?’. Boy did I go to school on New Orleans!

    1. Kathleen:
      That’s because your family always brings the magic. I was DRINKING the mimosas as I made my way to meet you.

    1. sillygirl:
      We both are, I know. And always abstaining, as well. Truly saints.

    1. Debra:
      I did check all the freshness dates. That’s why I opened the Pim’s first. They expired in June 2022. We had to eat those suckers quick!

  2. I love this so much! I would’ve done the same thing! Of course, I would’ve been sick as a dog after, with my glucose monitor reading HI instead of a number. It would be worth it to preserve the orderliness of the packages. November will be barreling in in no time!
    Are those pink, flowerdy, bushy thingies mimosas? I was looking for drinks, too.

    1. Deedles:
      We’re lucky we don’t have glucose monitors to keep us honest (and alive). Those flowering trees are mimosas. There was one outside my bedroom window when I was a kid. My parents planted it and by the time we moved 8 years later, I could reach out my 2nd floor window and play with the leaves (they’re fern like and if you touch their outside they close up).

    1. Tundra Bunny:
      I completely agree. (But if it doesn’t… who really cares?)

    1. Frank:
      Well, I DO weigh more than I’ve ever weighed, but that’s thanks to the pandemic and all my pratfalls that made it difficult to walk and exercise). I’m working on it (because I have 10 pairs of Levis that don’t fit).

    1. Wilma:
      Both boys love the camera. So entertaining. My eye is great. Still not completely healed, though, so I may have to pick up some more chocolate today.

  3. Well, I don’t blame you! You are a slave to your obviously heightened aesthetic sense. You were compelled to eat that entire box of cookies. It makes perfect sense to me.

    Beautiful mimosas and butterfly (poor thing) and the lemon faces are terrific!

    1. Steve:
      Aesthetics are what it’s all about for me. It was either eat all the cookies or rearrange them.

  4. Oh, I get it, the embossed R on the chocolate stands for REPAIR. That is why you healed so quickly. Having wolfed down the whole box, I am expecting to hear that your foot is doing well, too. Assume SG is feeling marvelous, as well. Excellent plan. 🙂

    1. Mary:
      I hadn’t really come up with anything good for the R. Yeah, REPAIR! The foot still sucks (although not as much), but I have two different inserts in a good pair of sneakers that make it possible to again take long, healthy walks. Maybe I need MORE chocolate.

  5. THOSE look delicious!! No wonder you guys dove in!!
    Yes, those lemons are SOUR alright! lol
    Pretty butterfly……

  6. After what we all been through with the pandemic and not enjoying things, I say screw self control.

    1. Bob:
      I don’t know if it’s a contemporary word or if it’s no longer used.

    1. mcpersonalspace54:
      Aw, thanks. I LOVE playing with words and I love writing. Sometimes I get it right.

    1. David:
      You’re so right. They weren’t in a resealable package and it wouldn’t be environmentally friendly to waste a plastic bag. We had no choice.

    1. Kirk:
      We always used to get the “designer brands.” These are the store brand (Ok, it’s a high-end supermarket). They were phenomenal. I want more. Now.

  7. Overheard in the loo:
    Person #1 : ‘what do you like better: sex or dessert?”
    Person #2: “Is it chocolate?”

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