An Homage

Pin It The bowl sat before me, filled with gold and silver.

It wasn’t long before I found myself reaching out, taking one of the golden nuggets into my fingers and examining it carefully. I slowly tore back the golden foil, the other side reflected silver glints of light; the modest, little, auburn piece emerged, like a butterfly from a cocoon.

The ridged edges, reminiscent of the crown of a great king, were fully exposed as the inner silvery foiling fell away, like locks of tinsel.

I held this little treasure in my fingertips as the rich, chocolately smell began to permeate the air and waft towards my nostrils.

As I pulled the waxy paper from the valleys of chocolate, it came away with little fits of resistance. In a few places, the chocolate clung to the paper and remnants of peanut butter were left behind, as if it were a fruit which was not quite ripened yet.

This little coffee-tinted delight began to melt in my fingers.

I popped it into my mouth.

I could feel the rough ridges, but only for a moment as they dissolved into a downy puddle, and the peanut butter mass—whose texture was grainy—felt wonderfully rich coating my tongue.

The twisted and discarded wrapper was left behind, a leftover to a pleasure I must enjoy only every once and again.

Ah, the simplicity of a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.