Twenty years ago, when  I was single and living in San Francisco I discovered many things, among them the finest truffles I’ve ever enjoyed.  And just like that Joseph Schmidt Confectioners turned a non-chocolate lover into a lover of their finely crafted chocolate truffles.  The crunchy shell, the smooth-as-silk middle…they got it perfectly right.  They’ve produced my favorite chocolate ever since and for every special occasion, that’s been the go-to place for tasty treats.

Can you imagine my horror when I discovered that Hershey bought, and then closed, the store?

There are so many things I could write about this.  I could go for nostalgia and explain how the aroma of those pretty little truffles could transport me to a wonderful, exciting time in my life.  I could be indignant and rant about corporations destroying the locals.  I could be angry, I could be disgusted, I could, I could, I could…

But instead I am simply sad.  I’m  heartbroken over the demise of this little confectionary I stumbled upon as I stumbled my way into adulthood.

So it turns out it’s a good thing I didn’t ask for them, because that would’ve been even worse, don’t you think? 

And even though I didn’t ask, did I expect truffles?  Flowers?  Trinkets?  Find my thoughts on Valentine’s Day and gift giving (and receiving) over at Blissfully Domestic.