Four years ago to this date and time, Andy and I were enjoying a wedding lunch at The Four Seasons in Boston, courtesy of our Aunt Elaine, while looking out over the Public Garden where we’d just had our ceremony. Aside from several lovely speeches by my parents, I remember the sky-high chocolate layer cake most fondly. That was a dessert that defied the rules as to how good a chocolate cake should be.
When I’m sitting at my desk, munching on my usual salad at lunch time, I often think back to that cake, and that day, and the memory sustains me for one more mid-day moment.
