Six pounds of gorgeously packaged Woodhouse chocolates. My collector and his family are Woodhouse Chocolate. A family business in St. Helena, Napa County. In my email to thank them for their rather magnificent generosity, I mentioned that G and I were still getting over being sick, and that we would commence tasting once we'd gotten to the point where we felt we could do the gift justice. Last night was the night.
Every March 1st - or leap day, if there is one; it really should be leap day - G and I celebrate "José Day", the day on which, in 2008, our very aged little Chihuahua passed away. Since we have Nicholas now - Chihuahua redux? - he's included in the evening's entertainments, which include a dog-related film and treats, for us and for Nicholas. Last night we got started too late to watch a whole movie. (It's always rather a scramble to find something apt, anyway; our collection of dog-related films is quite meagre. And when you're mourning the loss/celebrating the life of a dog, just how comforting is "Umberto D."?) So we decided to watch a few episodes of "I love Lucy", instead.
As part of our Christmas gifts to each other this past year, we bought a huge, garishly packaged complete set of "I Love Lucy" and, when we don't have time to watch a movie, we'll often watch an episode or two. Or three or four. This first time through, we've been watching them in the order they aired. Last night, as I put the next disc in, the one that was the beginning of the second season, I thought, you know, we're going to have some of that chocolate tonight, what if...? And as fate would have it - it usually does, you know - the first episode on the disc was the one where Lucy and Ethel go to work in the candy factory. Perfect.