An Illness in the Family

06/02/10 13:20

Ladies and Gentlemen, members of the Academy, I regret to inform you that my rock, my workhorse, the star of my kitchen has taken gravely ill. This steadfast little machine, always ready to melt and temper my chocolate at a moment’s notice, woke up on Thursday morning, coughed, and crawled back under the covers. I nudged it gently, reminding it that we had a job to do and people we couldn’t disappoint, so it tried. It gave a feeble spin, registered 135 degrees fahrenheit (when it could have been no more than 70) and squeaked in distress. After much rending of garments and pulling of hair, I got it together and called the company. They’re sending a new part, which should arrive on Monday and fix the problem. Maybe. They think. They’re pretty sure.

Since pretty sure doesn’t buy cream and butter, I’ve got to re-assess my Valentine’s promises to you. I’m melting and tempering the chocolate by hand, which takes about twice as long, so I really can’t promise that your package is going to arrive before the 14th if you haven’t already ordered. This doesn’t mean the orders are closed, just that I can make no guarantees. You will still get a bright and shiny Valentine’s wrapped package full of very fresh chocolates, all verrry hand-made, it just might arrive on Monday the 15th. Or Tuesday the 16th. Love needs no holiday, right?

Thanks again for your patience, and for all of you that have placed orders, I’m working on them!