It's Bird, Larry
Pistachios, hidden chocolates and the cranberry secret
Snow on Christmas.
Sweeter after the leaves turn red.
The perfect Holiday toothache.
White chocolate finishes the savory of thanksgiving dinner sages and cinnamons in a flurry of sweet, seeping through the cracks between roasted browns and earth tones of the gathering table.
It’s chocolate for stealing bits of with your brothers to eat in the pantry, crouched grinning and giggling beneath the canning jars.
Sometimes, nostalgia is the enemy of truth.
We remember foods, movies, books from childhoods with revere and wonder, that if unearthed from the mines of our memories to stand before us today would disintegrate before our eyes, wither on our tongues.
Like Indiana Jones movies and liverwurst sandwiches.
Peanut butter, bananas and chocolate, though, not only sit politely on the shelves of our memories, but present today as flawlessly as ever, enhanced by reality.