In silence, Vic took it, bit off a small corner and closed his eyes the way Granddad used to when analyzing a taste.
Vic took his time, finishing the piece in three small bites, taking a long time after each.
When he finished and reopened his eyes, Tony could feel the nerves coursing under his skin. He was never twitchy about making chocolate, but this one was different. This one was…
Vic rose to his feet without a word. He crossed to the office nook and returned. He set a blank index card and a pen on the table in front of Tony before returning to his seat.
“You have to write that one down. And, as Granddad always said, ‘Don’t give me any crap about it being in your head, boy.’ It’s better than anything Granddad ever did. He’s going to freak out the next time he and Grandma come throu
