Chocolates and Little People

Everyday now, looks more and more like Spring. There has been enough time since the Winter solstice that I can see the time of daylight getting longer and longer each day as I travel back and forth to work and what light filters through the Salt lake City smog has a Spring like quality. Spring is coming!

I am done with January and I felt the difference as I traveled to the train this morning. I felt like I has passed through the coldest and darkest month of the year and even though February can be cold and dark the month is nothing like January. Saturday I was feeling restless, the sun was out and the snow was gone (even thought there had been a light sifting of snow early Saturday morning) and I wanted to get out. We had watched a program on the The Learning Channel over the holidays called the Little Chocalatier. A piece of reality TV showcasing a candy shop ran by two little people. It was a great show and since the shows airing we have talked about dropping by shop and checking it out. Then a couple of weeks ago we were talking about in the office and someone said they had heard the shop was going out of business. So we decided we better go while we could.

The company is called Hatch Family Chocolates (HFC)and is located in the Avenues section of Salt Lake City; an older part of the City where the esoteric and liberals pf the city live. I love the area and relish any reason to hang out up there. We found the shop easily, parked in their designated parking and soon were in side inspecting layer after layer of hand dipped chocolates . In the time we spent at the shop and the money spent at the shop Hatches Family Chocolates did not seem to be hurting for business. Dianne bought chocolates and I bought Almond Toffee and before we knew it we were in the game for 40+ bucks!! But it was fun. Steve Hatch was even working and we were able to visit with the little big star briefly. There is a small Tibetan restaurant next to HFC and we stopped in there for lunch. We were compelled to ingest real food before gorging out on 4o dollars of empty calories. The place is called Café Shambala, humble but good Eastern Food—they serve a full menu but the owner kept directing us to the buffet which was good enough chicken legs and rice.

It was a good day, we hobnobbed with the small and famous and found a new restaurant. Weekends don’t get better then this…do they?