Issue 2:1 | Excerpt
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Berry True Chocolate
A visit to Lillie Belle Farms in Jacskonville, Oregon

I again catch Jeff closely studying my facial expressions. It’s
beginning to make me a little uncomfortable.
 “Well?” he asks. “It’s delicious.” I tell him matter-of-factly. “No,
but what do you feel?” Not sure what it is I’m tasting but not
wanting to disappoint Jeff, I tell him that I sense rum and some
marzipan as well as some fruit I can’t place. “It’s black mission fig
that’s been poached in rum and spice, along with some vanilla
and nutmeg, and then wrapped in marzipan,” he explains. “Can
you tell how the chocolate brings it all together? Can you?”
 And that’s when I get it. Not the chocolate—which he’s right
about—but rather Jeff. I get Jeff. The way he stares at me, asking
pushy questions, passionately demanding that I tell him about his
chocolate—he’s not seeking my approval as I first thought. No, he
could care less if I thought his chocolate was good. What he’s
searching for is the connection with me. He wants to see if I feel
what he feels when he eats the Raspberry or Marzipan Fig
chocolate. In this regard, he’s no different than a jazz musician,
theatre actor, photographer or painter.   >>>



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