November nights in Madison come early, especially during the annual spate of damp weather that inevitably arrives toward the middle of the month.
The walk between the hotel where I am staying and the hotel where my conference is located is about eight blocks, uphill on the way there and downhill on the way back. After two mornings of walking up hills I swear did not exist 20 years ago, I gave up and grabbed a Madison Metro bus this morning.
But my walk home at 6 p.m. is downhill and involves walking past many food shops, including a cheese shop which I will address in a later post.
I bought cheese, of course, as a means of countering the chocolate deluge I experience today, along with the rain. During my classes, every time a I turned around, there was chocolate. (Reminds me of graduate school, when one of my classmates was a chocolate buyer. Chris often brought chocolate treats to our ethics seminar.)
So when I brought my cheese bag home, what should spill out but three Dean & Deluca chocolates? A while later, a nice lady from housekeeping brought two squares of rich chocolates to my door.
How heavenly is that?
I'm blogging in my pajamas, I should mention here. And why not? It's cold and damp and the flannels makes me feel all cozy and comforted. Then there is the chocolate.
Oh, and the delectable chocolate confection above was purchased in France. It's a mousse-like thingamajig with a crispy layer on the bottom. Need I say more?