The rest of the story: the chocolate graduation cap

I have to admit I ate TWO of the graduation caps that were such a hit at the reception described in a previous post here. But I really do have an excuse. Really.

My walking was a little more unsteady than usual, especially in the church’s crowded reception area after Matthew’s graduation. Husband Walter helped me find a perch and volunteered to bring me some of the abundant and delicious food the moms had prepared. After the crowd had thinned, and we had enjoyed visiting and munching, I asked him to snag me a bit more fruit and chips.

I left my seat for a brief and wobbly photo excursion. When I returned, my plate had reappeared on the low table in front of my chair. I didn’t see Hubby anywhere, but he had obviously fulfilled my request with one much appreciated addition, a second chocolate graduation cap. How thoughtful. And it was so-o-o-o-o good!

As I finished it, my dear husband walked up, looked at my plate and asked, “Where is my chocolate graduation cap?”

Uh oh! Making matters worse was the fact that I had unwittingly devoured the last one of the special treats. Maybe I can atone by supplying our kitchen with some of the same kind of chocolates used to create the sumptuous suckers. Nah. I know it would just not be the same.