Mademoiselle de Holy Cow!

Although Christmas dinner at cousin Paula’s was, as usual, sumptuous and gourmand driven (and, of course, with an overdose of coma-inducing satiation) there was a moment of ecstasy after dessert while coffee was being served. Paula’s daughter passed around a box of chocolates that she had found and ordered on-line from some exotic source. They are French, from an outfit named Mademoiselle de Margaux. They are luscious dark-chocolate covered seedless grapes (seemingly fresh) with a soupcon of delicious rum enclosed within the chocolate. They have a faux plastic stem as a finger-hold and they are a one-bite sensation. They were a table-wide oooo and mmmm sensation. When I got home I Googled for info and found several distributors. They ain’t cheap (I would judge about $1.50 a bite) but, goodness gracious, they embody both the goodness and graciousness of a superb holiday treat. Godiva should probably eat its little gold-covered heart out.