She is neither pink nor pale,
And she never will be all mine;
She learned her hands in a fairy-tale,
And her mouth a valentine
. . . .Edna St. Vincent Millay
The day of witching is upon us and something tells me that the cultural obsession with all things beguiling will continue to cast its spell on this holiday’s mystique. After all, we read books about wizards, lust over vampires in the movies and listen to the praises of the good and bad enchantress on the Broadway stage. What is this fascination with magic? Could it be the dark, beautiful seductress whose abundant charms are all consuming? On one hand she is sophisticated and exceptional; on the other hand she is mysterious and enigmatic. Is she a good witch or a bad witch? Only she knows for sure.
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Lately I have been spending time visiting a friend on the upper west side of Manhattan. Her apartment is located just around the block from the sophisticated luxury chocolate shop, Jacque Torres. I always stop in for a latte and to feast my fantasies on the rich selection of artful confections offered there. I haven’t splurged yet, out of respect for Jenny Craig, but let’s face it, intent and reality often collide; I am not so sure how long I can resist. These chocolates are dangerously seductive, beautiful on the outside and scrumptious inside. I suspect that tasting just one is not an easy task. My solution, then, is to buy them as gifts for unsuspecting friends and family who appreciate the finer things in life and deserve the extra bonus that indulging in these sweets will provide. The holidays are upon us, so it’s a good excuse. There are … 