After two years of searching for a house, we were either on the verge of giving up, or on the verge of lunacy. Whichever came first. Then we found our new place. It was move-in ready, so to speak. Not a hazmat-suit-requiring hell hole like some of the places we toured. The location was perfection. And the price was right (not counting the bidding war.)
The decor was contemporary, mostly from a store I can’t mention. Young affluent professional, Gen X style. Lovely. Coordinated, and most important of all, clean.
“It shows very well. They live like this all the time!” said the seller’s agent.
Some people like to see a place in it’s natural, lived in state when house hunting, especially if it’s not gross. Not me. I like empty rooms and bare walls. But I can envision a place empty regardless of the millions of personal snapshots on the walls. Which is what I did.
So we closed the deal and got the keys. The place was empty. Except for the elaborate light fixture in the open living/dining area, now dangling on top of nothing but a bare wood floor.
Light fixture included
The seller’s agent informed us that the departing couple left the fixture for us. A gesture. They could always get another for their new house. It was very nice of them, wasn’t it? Well, yes, quite nice, in fact.
The fixture was trendy and well-priced from a popular (again, sorry, can’t say) store.
It had to go
Mom said, “You have to get rid of that. It’s nice. But it’s not you.”
Best friend said, “No. No. That’s not you.”
Daughter said, “Ugh.”
Husband said, “It’s so nice, though.” Sigh.
So I went shopping
And bought a simple George Nelson Bubble lamp.
The electrician installed my new lamp. I was in love.
We still had the other one. What to do? Craigslist.
I dusted the fixture and placed it in the still-empty living room. It was better off with someone who would love to have it.
It’s a deal
The doorbell rang and a mid 40-something couple came up the stairs.
Woman, seeing the fixture waiting for her in the living room, “I’ve been looking for this for 3 months!”
Man, counting money and handing it to me, “We drove two hours to get here.”
Me, taking the cash, “So glad you like it.”
Then the woman spotted my new George Nelson Bubble lamp. She glanced at what was now her fixture still sitting on the floor. She looked at me, and said, “Is THAT what you’re using?
And with that, the husband picked up their long-sought-after fixture and they left.
I’m talking about a couple of lamps, but am I really?
Love is unexplainable.
Love is passionate.
Love is personal.
And with that being said, I give you this.
White Chocolate Walnut Truffles
No matter what type of light fixture you like, this recipe will no doubt please you. (Unless of course you don’t love white chocolate or walnuts or a little booze in your dessert.)
These little bites of deliciousness take no time at all to make, 15-20 minutes, tops. Easy and yummy.
2 tablespoons heavy cream
3 ounces white chocolate, finely chopped
1 teaspoon butter
2 teaspoons bourbon or whiskey
3/4 cup walnuts (or pecans, if you prefer) finely chopped
In a small saucepan, bring the cream to a boil. Remove the pan from the heat and add chocolate, stirring until it’s completely melted. Add the butter and stir mixture until smooth. Stir in bourbon and 1/4 cup of the nuts. Transfer the mixture to a bowl and chill, covered, for 4 hours or until firm.
Form small teaspoonfuls of the mixture into little balls. Roll bowls in the remaining nuts.
Chill until firm and store in refrigerator. Makes 18 to 20 small truffles.
Leave me a comment
Let me know if you made them.
Did you love them? Were they as easy as I claimed?
But most importantly, did you use walnuts or pecans?
Bourbon or whiskey?