A Groovy Kind of Love Letter to Speculoos
I wasn’t aware of your existence until my recent, eye – opening trip to Belgium. When we first met at the chocolate shop near Grand Place, I was intrigued, and interested by your cookie form. I was tempted to get a pack, but I decided to wait, as it was the only the 2nd day of a 6 day trip. I was pleased to have another tasting when we re-visited the chocolate shop the following day. After you did not appear in Antwerp at all, I was a little disappointed, but hopeful for the other cities. You were much better to me in Bruges, with cookie tastings at various chocolate shops, and the big debut of speculoos gelato. Even though the homemade gelato place sometimes makes Viagra too, you were fantastic! You only lasted about ten minutes due to your epic deliciousness. I was really looking forward to the next encounter, which was at the end of our trip in Ghent. I spotted you as a buttery spread in a glass jar in the Carrefour express. After little contemplation and persuasion, you were able to convince me. The bus ride home was a long one, and you certainly made it easier. You are so flexible, and were tasty with the baguette and alone. When I got home, I dipped in some apple, and that was good too.
I love the way you compliment everything. I love your smell. My friends love your smell too. …You’re great. It’s difficult to put it into words.
While writing this letter, I am playing music from my phone, and on comes the song, Groovy Kind of Love by Phil Collins. Phil Collins — he gets it. “When I’m feeling blue, all I have to do, Is take a look at you, then I’m not so blue.” Obviously his song, is an ode to you too…although for me, a look isn’t enough – a sniff, a taste…the whole jar.
You helped me stay awake and write two essays. You were there for me for a solid week or so, until you were finished. But this is not the end. As my friend John Lennon liked to say, “Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” I’ll keep searching for you in the London markets and stores, and when I’m in Paris next weekend, I’ll look for you in their Carrefour stores. When I return to the USA, I’ll look for you there too…I’m told that you have been introduced at Trader Joe’s. I hope to see you again soon!
Love, ~ Joanna F.
P.S. – After Groovy Kind of Love, my phone played Bad Case of Loving You by Robert Palmer, and then Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA. Obviously, my phone feels the same way.