Every Valentine's Day I receive a package from my Dad. Every year since I can remember, even stuck out here in the middle of the Pacific, it arrives around the 14th. He made it very clear to my sister and I, when we were too young to yet understand the trials and troubles of life and love, that he would always be our valentine...no matter what. Yes, she gets a box of treats as well, even though she's long married. I suppose the whole mentality is that a father's love can never disappear or dull like romance. My Dad's a very sweet man.
He's gotten better throughout the years. My Mom claims that, although she may occasionally see these packages, she does not play a role in the choosing or purchasing. I've never really interrogated my sister on the contents of her package, but I'd have to assume it's as personalized as mine. Being aware of our shared affinity for dark chocolate, he's always sure to include something sweet in this category. This year it was a little miracle from one of my favorites, Ghirardelli:
Normally I don't like anything contaminating my pure dark chocolate, but these two flavors are so harmonious I can't help myself. When you add in my requisite glass of Cabernet, it's a trifecta of flavor.
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