A little something sweet would complete the edible fantasia and Wanda had prepared something special for them.
They recalled the time Roqué had taken Wanda to the old town of Seville in Spain for her birthday. It was springtime and the orange blossom perfume was heady and arousing in the sunshine.
The oranges looked delicious hanging temptingly from the trees all over the city but are bitter to taste – perfect with plump breasts of duck or for rich dark marmalade for breakfast in bed.
They had loved, laughed and walked for days and nights and feasted on air dried Serrano ham, marinated octopus, minted green bean salad, spicy chorizo and a myriad of tongue tingling tapas, which they had lovingly fed to each other. They drank ice cold San Miguel, deep red Riojas and cheap Spanish brandy but the love of oranges and the sweet smell of the blossom remained with them forever.
Maybe if it was the Spanish who captivated chocolate from the Aztecs? Roqué thought. Or was it the Aztecs who dipped the Spanish oranges in their chocolate – anyway the recipe works – oranges dipped
in chocolate, dusted with freshly grated coconut and zest of orange – surely this is every lovers dream.
Wanda was ready with her sweet surprise and in dominant mood. She ordered Roqué to kneel on the floor in front of her and hand-cuffed his hands together. The excitement was nearly too much for Roqué to contain as she demanded that he nibble the chocolate covered oranges from her black laced gloved hand…
