Truffles For The Writer’s Soul
Up until about two months ago, I really didn’t like truffles. I realize that this statement is almost blasphemy when coming from the mocha-loving lips of a girl who lists chocolate among her favorite indulgences (behind only coffee, vodka and unmentionable behavior). But, even though I am a chocolate lover, I’m not really a sweet treats person at heart, and truffles have always been far, far too rich for me. That is, until my roommate discovered XOX Truffles which offers amazingly delicious truffles at a location which is mere blocks from my apartment. And until I realized that truffles could save a girl’s soul.
XOX Truffles are different from all of the other truffles I have ever tried. They are smaller, for one thing, which allows me to convince myself, of course, that they are not really that bad for me. They are also less pretty than the shiny perfect truffles which are sold in chocolate stores throughout North Beach and Fisherman’s Wharf. But more than that, they are rich without being overwhelming, making them the perfect kind of chocolate. They offer a bite without the ensuing stomachache, a hint of decadence without the guilt of gluttony.
I’m sure that there are many secrets which go in to the making of these treats to contribute to their utter perfection. However, I’m convinced that they are as good as they are because they are a product of love. Though a practical girl, I’m an idealist at heart, and I believe fully that if we each do exactly and only what we absolutely love to do with our lives, we will realize our ideal selves and contribute greatness to the world. XOX Truffles is the product of shared love between the co-owners, Chef Jean-Marc Gorce and his wife Casimira. The business came together in tandem with the romantic relationship between the two, a fate which, it turns out, works in real life rather than just in French films.
It may be new to me, but the business has been thriving for eight years. Besides the great treats offered, part of what makes it work is the comfortable atmosphere it offers, with staff always greeting you with smiles that make you glad you stopped in. The prices are good too. Truffles can be an expensive treat, but this place is completely reasonable. Single truffles are only seventy five cents, or free with a dollar cup of coffee, and multi-truffle packages decrease the cost while increasing the indulgence. They are my favorite new thing to buy whenever I need to show up at someone’s dinner party or birthday gathering with a gift in hand.
Being a writer for a living is a test of faith, primarily faith in one self. It requires a nearly blind commitment to the belief that working daily in an area which you love will result in rewards beyond those which can be seen on a daily basis. As with all faith, this belief gets tested sometimes. The money doesn’t come in or the productivity slows, and as a writer, you wonder sometimes how you are going to make the creative life work for you. I’ve dealt with this in a number of ways over the years. Currently, my best therapy is to walk mere blocks away and treat myself to a truffle. It reminds me that labors of love eventually become excellent products. And if that’s a stretch, it at least reminds me that I’m making enough money from writing to treat myself to French sweetness any day of the week!