ah, truffle time.

sitting in swim cafe trying to get through this book by tilly and gang. (yay for academics countering themselves later on in their careers; I love to read both the early and late works. it shows me that even the smartest of thinkers is not always perfect all the time.) after a yummy salad and tea, I've hit a slump. so, adhering to british tradition, I'm having a bit of tea. this version of tea is a small cup of dark roast and an irish cream truffle. this truffle is so good that it alone inspired this blog. yes, I should be getting on with this book (especially since I have 3 chapters left before yoga in a couple of hours), but I had to share the joy. get yourself to swim (if you can) and buy one (or two!) of these bits of heaven que je les adore.