Willy Wonka may not be Jewish, but Melly Monka certainly is.
Looky what arrived on my doorstep:
I am even luckier than Charlie Bucket. For I have now tasted Snozzberry Hamantaschen. I have delighted in Chocolate Chip Cookies made from what flows through the Chocolate River (unsullied by the likes of Augustus Gloop, I’m certain). I have bestowed on my children Violet’s Gobstoppers on a Stick. And I anticipate drooling over Oompa-Loompa Suckers, two-toned chocolate brown-sugar toffee.
For dessert tonight we will savor Melly Monka’s Wonderbar made of chocolate and pretzels.
Unfortunately, due to my nut allergy, we had to forgo Charlie Chocolate Buckets. But there was so much other goodly goodness that there is no need to lament.
This year’s Purim basket arrived courtesy Melly Monka, a/k/a Lollipop Goldstein, a/k/a the Stirrup Queen. Who is exceedingly talented as a candy-maker, her skills paralleling even her writing prowess.
As a chocolate worshipping shiksa, I had to research the Jewish holiday and found that it takes place from sunset Saturday to sunset Sunday this year (March 19-20) and “commemorates the deliverance of the Jewish people in the ancient Persian Empire from destruction in the wake of a plot by Haman, a story recorded in the Biblical Book of Esther” (Wikipedia).
Wikipedia further says that Purim is a joyous occasion that is celebrated by listening to the Book of Esther in synagogue; sending food parcels and giving charity; dressing up in costume; eating a festive meal.
How fortunate for me, then, that Melly takes to heart the part about sending parcels.
That, boys and girls, is the story of how a little bit of shiny paper, a whole lotta yummy chocolate and the marvelous Melly Monka got me properly verklempt today.