Spawn of Spoonfreude

This is my commonplace book. Face-to-face comments welcome.

How much would you pay for 12 chocolate truffles? What if the salesman told you these delicious dark-chocolate-caramel candies were “dusted with real, edible pearl dust and suspended in a Lucite box swimming with freshwater pearls”? If you answered “My God, what has society come to that we are eating precious pearls, only to shit them out later?” then you probably shouldn’t celebrate Christmas, you communist.