Friday afternoon I returned home to a mildly chaotic sea of flowers. It was wedding eve for my horticulturist of a roommate, and the clock was ticking for team wedding to finish arrangements, bouquets and boutineers before the rehearsal. Add to that news of a possibility of rain for an outdoor ceremony and that the photographer could be stuck in New York for the ceremony, and yeah, the state of the flowers was indicative of the mood in the space.
Before I stepped into help with direct wedding matters, I went to the fridge to pull out the previous night's treasure, Saveur's wonder of a chocolate cream pie recipe, encased in an Oreo crust and topped with real-deal whipping cream.
It was what the bride, remembering its previous iteration as squares, had requested for celebrations in her humble honor.
Slices of decadence were distributed, chocolate was consumed, florals were completed and a beauty of a wedding ensued.
I'd like to say that when the seas of my life turn to chaos that I want to turn to a greater, perfect savior, but the truth is I am drawn to seek comfort in the family of chocolate. Cookies, pies, cakes —
they are what I crave to satiate my desire for still waters.
Clearly my priorities get mixed up, but thinking of the richness of creamy chocolate reminds me of words a flower party member I had only met the night before told me, "I like that you are the kind of people who pulled out pie in a time like that."
There's a place for words of greater truth, but there's also a place for wordless love in chocolate form.