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Northwest Chocolate Festival

10.13.2012 by J. Doe // 15 Comments

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My father flies up a few days before the arbitration. It’s my birthday, but I don’t really feel like doing anything; all I really want is a divorce and something resembling a reasonable agreement, and they don’t sell those online.

We decide to tackle some home improvement projects, like fixing the garage door, which hasn’t opened since six months ago when the spring broke. It was an expensive repair that I didn’t want to make if I had to sell the house – I’d rather The Departed have to bear his share of the cost since he was clearly determined to have his share of the profits. My father haggles the price down but it’s still quite a bit of money – basically, it’s now my birthday present. I can put my car in the garage.

Not only that, I can take it out again.

It makes me incredibly nervous, having spent this money on the house – I feel like we’ve now jinxed Monday’s proceedings, counting on a victory that is not yet mine. My father apologizes for the superstitiousness he’s sure is genetic, and informs me we’re moving on to other projects: We’re going to paint a room. Which one?

I decide on The Child’s bedroom, for the simple reason that it’s in the worst shape – it must be painted regardless of whether we move.

By Sunday, though, I’m able to persuade him we need to do something fun, and as it happens, the Northwest Chocolate Expo is going on that day. We’re going.

I’m the only one of the three of us who is excited about this.

We’re getting my birthday treats there, I tell them. I never got any cake. I want chocolate.

Plus, I can take it with me when I move … if only on my hips.

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My first stop was at the Intrigue Chocolate Company booth, where I sampled their extraordinary Basil Chocolate: – rich chocolate with a refreshing basil undertone that sneaks up on you and hits you just as the chocolate stops melting. There’s a reason the dish in the picture is empty – it disappeared fast.

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San Francisco-based Dandelion Chocolate came to Seattle for the event, and offered samples of their extraordinary Madagascar 70% bars. I don’t even know where to begin with this chocolate: the citrus undertones packed quite a wallop, yet the overall flavor was smooth and not too strong the way dark chocolate can sometimes be. It was a bar to be savored slowly, and probably would pair well with wine.

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Forte Chocolate, from Mount Vernon, WA, had a wonderful selection of unusual chocolates, including one with the addition of some nice, biting chili pepper, that I enjoyed much more than I thought I would. I also adored their white chocolate bars.

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I wish I could remember more about the booth that had this *cough* healthful assortment of chocolate offerings. I did try the beet chocolate and it was nice, in an offbeat, I’m trying too hard to be cool kind of way.

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I didn’t go there with the Maple Bacon Fudge or Bacon Caramel, though.

The exhibitors at the Festival were all super-friendly, and why shouldn’t they be? They get to hang around chocolate all day … for a living. The Festival got a bit crowded, but it was still fun – even for the child, who brought home a box of Carter’s Chocolates Obama Salted Caramels to show all her friends.

No, there were no Romney chocolates available that we could find. And yes, they were delicious.

This is my contribution to Weekend Cooking, hosted by Beth Fish Reads. Why not swing by and see what other culinary surprises await?

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The Divorce: Arbitration Countdown, Thursday

10.11.2012 by J. Doe // Leave a Comment

I schedule a call to The Lawyer on the Thursday before arbitration. I tell him it’s all lies in The Departed’s papers; he says it’s all plain enough and doesn’t matter anyway. Bring the papers if you want, he says, but it doesn’t matter, really.

What does matter, he says, is that you keep your cool.

I’m all upset. I want to be that calm person, cool and collected and rational; I want the arbitrator to think to himself, such poise and elegance in such stressful circumstances.

The Lawyer reminds me I have not been that person on several occasions; he reassures me that I can be that person, and that’s what I need to do. I’m telling you this as your lawyer and your friend, he says.

It’s going to be okay, he tells me. Just keep your cool.

 

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Divorce. Me. Already.

10.10.2012 by J. Doe // Leave a Comment

I want to be divorced. Now is good. Tomorrow is okay too. Honestly, any day would be okay with me as long as I knew which day it was going to be and I could count on that day arriving and I would be, you know, not married anymore.

Not to him.

Not to anyone.

I know practice makes perfect but I’ve practiced this whole marriage thing and I’m not getting any better at it. I even took lessons at one point: They were called “marriage counseling” and they didn’t help one bit. And, yes, I did my homework: I read the books and took the quizzes. I think my time is better spent practicing other things. Knitting. Cooking.

If you are thinking, gee, she sounds a bit frustrated, I will let you in on a little secret: I am.

I just want someone to unmarry me. Why is that so hard? He can have his ring back. Not only that, I am willing to destroy all evidence that it ever occurred.

It was a Vegas wedding, it shouldn’t really count. We filled out the application for a license in pencil. Won’t a big eraser do the trick?

One day, I went through our shared tree on ancestry and deleted all his ancestors. All two thousand of them. It took all day and I think there are still a few stragglers, but really, he should be gone, shouldn’t he?

But he’s still here, and I’m still married to him.

We tried everything to get this divorce moving. It should be a pretty straightforward process in this state: No-fault divorce, property 50-50. One party files and from that point, it’s really just about who gets the Waterford and who takes the couch.

But there’s the catch. You have to agree who gets the Waterford and who takes the couch.  If not, you go to trial, and a judge decides for you.

I’m lucky in that I’ve managed to avert trial – financial armageddon, to me – but just getting to this point has been insanely expensive. I am right on the brink.

I have been a reasonably careful person with money: Carefully laid money aside, carefully avoided debt, carefully made extra payments on the mortgage. I carefully built a solid financial house and then spent a year watching someone knock it down, brick by brick and bill by bill – financial vandalism.

And much like any other kind of vandalism, there is no reason for it: He gains nothing. There is simply less for each of us at the end.  The course of events does not change; we will still be divorced and there is nothing he can do to prevent that from happening. We divide a smaller number by two at the end.

We are headed to mediation/arbitration, and it scares me – after nine months, we are no further along on agreeing who gets what than we were when he left so abruptly. If you talk about this, he talks about that. If you ask what he wants to do about something, he doesn’t reply. It’s like trying to reason with a toddler having a temper tantrum.

And in all the confusion, things get lost. What else will I lose before this is over?

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