It began innocently enough.

Forgotten, but not forsaken…

A couple of friends came to visit us in Vancouver at the time of the Olympics (2010 GAMES, Bitch!). On the way home from watching a very-expensive figure-skating practice (the actual, non-practice-figure skating event cost a jaw-dropping amount of money), we stopped for Thomas Haas chocolates. It was my husband’s idea because it was almost Valentine’s Day. You see, knowing that I sometimes like to have just a nibble of chocolate, he tries to ensure that I am equipped on major holidays with his own personal contribution of fine chocolates. While in the chocolate store, he also picked out some for our friends who were still in the blush of new-relationship romance. Unfortunately (for them), they left for home without their chocolates. I wrote them that evening and made promises to describe the experience of eating their left-behind chocolates, which I faithfully kept (the promise AND the chocolates). The email I sent to them is below:

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