Unjust Desserts

It's a little stale at this point (both the topic and the eclairs), but I've been out of town for a few days in the mighty County of Orange (more on that to follow), so I'm catching up.

By popular request, I give you, Dear Friends, yet more photographic proof of the underhanded ways of our Martha.

Mine:





Hers:



I'm here to tell you this: there's no way those glistening chocolate love gestures were made by a human. Martha Stewart Collection androids available at Macy*s any day now.

The only thing that rivaled the effort was the end result. I was so busy on VDay that I never even managed to get the eclairs 'n' squares into the heart-shaped box. That night, HCB and I were too loaded up on our $85 a piece in romantic vegetables (or more accurately, the copious amounts of bread and butter we consumed for fear of not being full) that we ended up rather unromantically wolfing down two-day old eclairs en route to the airport at 6:30 am. HCB then surreptitiously took his stash of Liza's lemon squares to work, which prompted Becky, a mutual work friend, to out him to Liza via an email extolling their tangy virtues. Meanwhile, Liza did fill and present her box to her honey, only to have her dogs consume it, leftover contents and all, while she was at work the next day.

Looks like next year we'll be back to good old-fashioned...uh, stuff you don't talk about when you know that your Grandma is reading.