In preparation for my book launch of The Cardiologist's Daughter, I've realized something critically important is missing from my planning. And that thing is chocolate. At first, I considered tapping our lovely local chocolate makers at Theo to see what they could generate for such an event. They do, after all, offer specialized wedding bars with a variety of seasonal fillings to choose from. My East Indian blood was already favoring the Ghost Chili imagining that many of my guests, beyond the abnormal Bastyr crew many of whom would pride themselves on how much cayenne they can take in one sitting, would wonder why out of all the options I would have chosen the most painful one. Which is perhaps a metaphor for more than my selections of chocolate bars to be discussed at a later time…
In a sense, this book feels like a marriage to me. It started as a proposal by publisher, Annette Spaulding-Convy, followed by a honeymoon period and then the reality that marriage requires work. In essence, it's the proposal I've been waiting for--the end result this 106 page creature that will continue to pulse well beyond me.
That said, my Capricorn senses quickly kicked in and I reasoned it will be way more fun and affordable to do this myself. And when I say myself, I mean by recruiting my mom and our estranged cousin from B.C. (originally from Holland, whom we've yet to meet) both of whom will be in town the day before the launch (lucky them!) and (potentially) a school friend who I knew would feel equal if not more enthusiasm for such an endeavor.
I'm talking anatomical chocolate hearts, friends. The order has been placed for these Etsy molds and we will only be pouring the most excellent of chocolates into these miniature models of what keeps your circulatory system flowing. Chocolate of course!
Natasha Kochicheril Moni is a writer and a licensed naturopath in WA State. Enjoying this blog? Feel free to put a little coffee in Natasha's cup, right here.