Carter was going to buy me some flowers, and I happily obliged. I picked these out and he was thrilled- why? Because they are fake! I have a problem keeping any plant or flower alive for more than 5 minutes, so this worked well for both of us!
The next day I was driving to kickboxing and I saw a speed radar trap. I checked my speed and I was okay- going about 55 and approaching the cops standing beside a 50 sign. They pulled me over!!! Said I was going 55 in a 40 zone about 50 metres back. Even though the speed limit was changing to 50 in like, two seconds. Usually I pull the "I'm a teacher!" card, but I figured 9:15am on a Wednesday morning in the summer didn't scream the right time for that card. He did me a favour by dropping it to 10 over. Yes, a favour. Let's just say I got out a little more frustration in kickboxing that day!
On my way to teach Yoga that night, I stopped into Wickerhead chocolate shop in the Beach. Now, I need to prepare you for this. I love chocolate. I love every kind. I need to remind you that my university roommates would send me to bed with a box of chocolate cookies if I was upset. And I would happily oblige and eat the cookies, in bed.
Perhaps I shouldn't have shared that.
Anyways, I have never really been a fan of "fine" chocolates. I was always happy with Dairy Milk or Peanut Butter Cups or Peppermint Patties... oh dear God, I could go on. Wickerhead, is different.
Sharon owns Wickerhead and opened her beautiful shop about a year ago. At the time she was a die-hard client of mine, always coming to my Pump classes. She is a delight and I love her so so so much. When I heard she was opening a chocolate shop, I think I let out a small squeal. She brought me her famous Belgian Chocolate Popcorn that year for my birthday (that I didn't even tell her- she found out on her own) and when I tasted it, it was like my body didn't know what to do with itself. It is, my friends, RI-DIC.
So I started going to her shop to buy small gifts for people whenever I needed to. Christmas, Easter, Birthdays- it was perfect. She always gives me a warm hug when I enter and lets me sample one too many chocolates... perfection.
|Someone get me a towel to wipe my drool.|
|This is how I'd look if I ate as much Wickerhead as I actually want.|
|I think I just peed a li'l.|
Wickerhead chocolate is like crack- I've never tasted anything like it. I find myself salivating as I go to walk in the door of the adorable shop. Thank God for work hard-play hard attitudes.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to head into a meeting for Chocoholics Anonymous.
1. Anyone else have a plant/flower handicap too? Am I alone?My name is Katy. I love chocolate, and I kill plants.
2. What is your go-to quick gift?Wickerhead Chocolate- both parties win. They get glorious chocolate, and I get to sample while I wait. Hallelujah.