In solidarity, five women and one man, we froze our truffles.
In the company of intelligent friends with eclectic senses of humor, a bit tiredness, and a few of us filled with chocolatey sugarness and accompanied by a loud sound system of 70’s 80’s and today muzak words are misheard and other snippets become knee slappers. Should becomes shizzel or sh*t and an excerpt from recalling deep frying truffle-filled beignets becomes one line for the evening.
I froze my truffles.
Thanks (to my fellow four women and one man and ethel), you know who you are.