mes amis–
on this blustery day, darkening at an early hour,
at a time when we are between years
–the end of one; the start of another–
i would like to take a moment to give thanks to one of the wonders of our world.
hot chocolate.
i first learned about the drink as a youngster in brookline, ma. though brookline is known for its close proximity to beantown–and its preponderance of ph.ds!–the township is hardly urban and in fact boasts some fine parks (some of which were designed by frederick law olmstead himself!) i recall bundling up for a jaunt of sledding at the amory park hill nearby and looking forward to swiss miss delights upon my return home.
later, in my european years, i indulged in all manner of hot chocolates: from chocolate chaud to cioccolato caldo.
mama mia!
these were creations of another kind. more pudding like but every bit as tasty.
i just took part in my first proper hot chocolate of the season, spontaneous. an idea that occurred while i lurked by the elevators. i was sans coat so i absconded chez dunkin donuts, a boston institution where i feel at home. for a mere $2.28 i was transported back in time and space. sitting at the kitchen table. legs a-dangle. filled with tales from sledding, bangs on my face and an imagination at work for an afternoon of make believe play.
ah youth!
in other news, i must share with you two total delights on this, the 27th day of december. get yourself to the sistine chapel soonly unless you look forward to getting vacuumed! this article in the guardian describes of a most desperate effort on the part of the italian authorities. they will endeavor scoparti before entering the chapel. (get your mind out of the gutter! i mean scopare in the literal sense, not as the slang term… what you do after hours is your business. hmph!)
i must say, the one and only time i visited the sistine–on a sojourn in rome, mind you–i was a bit jostled and felt the fetid–not to mention putrid!–smell of other humans. there are more divine smells, i’ll have you know. i hope it goes well and look forward to chatting with benedict soon. we skype every so often…
ooh and this last tid bit also from the guardian: do you know the phrase corpsing? i didn’t. but i am well versed with the practice. in my salad days i often corpsed alongside my improvisational colleagues. ’tis one my favorite theatrical activities. i love to see it onstage both as a player and as an audience member.
c’est tout for now mes amis!
kippy