Saturday, December 7, 2013

Resistance (to French chocolates) is futile

The worst difficulty was the French chocolates in the ribbon-tied boxes. . . . One ruse was to lock the box in the lower left-hand compartment of the buffet, and hide the key and try not to be able to recall where it was but this was a failure every time. Alma Morelewski found that the best way to do was, after the box was about half empty anyway, to eat up all the rest of the candy in it at once so she would not have to think about it, and pray that Mr. Morelewski would not be put in mind to bring her any more, perhaps ever. But he did, after a week or two, or three, depending on when he happened to remember, and in spite of her various resolves, she was always more glad than sorry to see the familiar oblong package with Schramm-Johnson's printed all over it.
     --From Good Morning, Young Lady

2 comments:

  1. To this day I dream of time-traveling to a fresh box of Schramm-Johnson's chocolates.

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  2. Apparently there really was a Schramm-Johnson drugstore in Salt Lake City that sold fine chocolates, among other things.

    Ardyth, and her sister Marion too, loved See's chocolates. When Ardyth finally had some money after selling her first book, she was determined to do what she'd always wanted to do with a box of candy: "sample the chocolates," that is, take one out, try it, and if she didn't like it, put it back and take another one. I'm trying to remember where I read this; I think it was in her husband's journal, which forms part of Ardyth's memoir.

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