By the time we met, in 1974, she was more grandmotherly, a tough shell with a warmth and devotion bubbling beneath. She was suffering quietly from a broken heart--the death of my grandfather 10 years earlier--listening to classical music on the radio and dunking Stella D'oros in Taster's Choice coffee.
I respect this--the choice to hunker down with sweets and pack it on; after all, at age 70 have we not earned it? But I will not be getting fat on Stella D'oros. At a staff meeting the other day, my bosses plied us with various croissants from my local fave Almondine bakery. As I nibbled on a chocolate almond one, I thought: this is what I'd like to get fat on.