My husband is enormously generous and thoughtful. I am lucky lucky lucky in many ways. As a pilot for the Navy, he's done a bit of travel. He always brings home wonderful, exciting gifts. True treasures that will be family heirlooms.
I could never remember every item, but...
I have pottery from Italy, more pottery from Chile, jewelry from all over, hard carved camels and elephants, sweatshirts from Alaska and San Diego, a Turkish rug, wool gloves and hat from Iceland, funny little Viking wall hanging also from Iceland, nesting dolls of a Moslem family, a small jewelry box with beautiful (quilt inspired) wood inlay from ???, an amazing set of chunky tea cups from Japan (that we keep toothbushes, q-tips and cottons balls in on our sink), prints of our children's names written in Japanese...
and then he went to Japan again a couple of weeks ago.
and the gift giving hit an all-time low.
Sure, he brought wonderful items for the kids and for my parents and sister who were also visiting at the time.
For me, he brought Japanese chocolate. Let's just say the Swiss have nothing to worry about.
There were 10 tiny "truffles" encased in slimy, sticky goo and dusted with cocoa. I couldn't even down a single one. Admittedly, I have issues with texture, but even my dad who is a sweet freak passed after he ate one.
Of course, I hope I have not offended any Japanese chocolate lovers... or my husband!
The chocolates did come in a super fantastic box!!! It's tucked away in my studio waiting to be stuffed with bits of fabric to send off to a friend, or to store a special hand project for working in front of the tv.