If Only a Book Were Worth a Thousand Bites...

On February 4th, on our way to mom's birthday dinner I came across this book at the nearby Border's. It was simply irresistible and my husband could tell I had to have it. Who said men aren't observant? It's a good thing he took it from my grip before I had a chance to dent the cover with my first molars through lateral incisors and leaving it wet and chewed up like a brown leather shoe left alone with a puppy. Considering -- this is where the Asian in me reveals itself -- it was on red-tag sale for just $9.99. At 80% off the cover price we should've taken all that was left and gifted them here on The Urban Epicurean, but considering the 10.75" x 14.12" mass of 192 pages of ridiculous deliciousness I was simply too one-track minded to make any decisions beyond where I could wrap my mouth around the next truffle. Or two.

Did I ever tell you that 7 is my lucky number? Growing up I just loved the number 7 for some reason, along with the number 3, and these days the number 11. I think 7 and 3 might have had a great deal to do with the three birthdays my sisters and I have in July just about a week apart from each other (with my Grandmother's, Uncle's, Nephew's, and numerous Friends' birthdays sprinkled in-between). With three birthday celebrations in a month for one household who wouldn't make the numeric affinity? Not to mention (and this is where I go a little crazy with this), there are three sevens in my social security number and birthday. Com'on! I was born to love 3 and especially 7. So I'm sure you could only understand when my eyes landed on The Seven Sins of Chocolate, as it sat at the entrance to Borders high atop the bookshelf, my heart simply melted, my eyes glazed over with admiration, and my saliva glands were pre-ejaculating and teasing the sh*te out of my stomach. Forget dinner, all I could think about was getting to dessert! I did manage to get my hands on three truffles at the check-out counter, two milk chocolate for moi and one dark chocolate for the hubby, but I had to wait until I got home to read my book.

Happy birthday Mom! Thank you for your loyalty to the Cheesecake Factory in Arcadia on this fateful night, otherwise I may have never crossed paths with T.S.S.O.C.