Foodie Duty - World Of Pure Imagination

I took a one hour break from my Lenten Sacrifice and I don't feel a bit guilty, even though it was pure sin.

Okay maybe I feel a bit guilty, but it was worth it.

Last night my mother and I went to a reception at the Home and Garden Show at the Duke Energy Center in Cincinnati.

This event was put on by the Junior League of Cincinnati - it was an opportunity for me to shirk my seasonal challenge for some true decadence. The pinnacle of the reception can be summed up in two words:

Chocolate. Fountain.

Lord have mercy - I can still smell the pure, molten chocolate dripping down the cascade, surrounded by strawberries, pineapple chunks and marshmallow peeps on bamboo skewers. Silver trays surrounded the ooey, gooey fountain with heaps of potato chips, pretzel rods and cookies.

I feel guilty even writing about it.

My brain was trying to coerce me into my own La Dolce Vita moment -Marcello! Marcello!- unfortunately this curvy, drowning blonde wouldn't be fished out of the fountain like Sylvia.

At the other end of the hall, a quaint display featured these tiered platters of tiny, milk chocolate jiggers full of some Godiva liqueur, topped with the smallest dollops of whipped cream, a rasberry and a sliver of mint.

What a way to break the rules.