Danda has a friend who like truffles. A lot. Danda’s friend spends a lot of time thinking about truffles and talking about truffles and experimenting in the kitchen with truffles.
One day Danda decided to get his truffle-loving friend a surprise. He couldn’t think what surprise would be best. A jar of truffle honey? A stick of truffle butter? But these were all things that he knew his truffle-loving friend probably already had, or could get quite easily.
He thought and he thought. And then he remembered that his friend loves books and reading. Perfect! He would get a book about truffles. Amazing.
He scoured Amazon for something suitable, coming up with a lot of chocolate recipe books. He cursed the day someone decided to call a ball of chocolate ‘a truffle.’ Then he came across a few truffle books, of the right type of truffle. Books about the story of the truffle, books about cooking with truffles…. Books, books, books.
And then Danda realised it. He didn’t have an Amazon account. His friend had sometimes ordered things using her account, for him. But he couldn’t very well ask his friend to order her own surprise.
So he took down some names of truffle books and went into a book shop the next day. They didn’t have the one he wanted but said another of their stores had it.
‘No problem,’ said Danda, to the helpful sales assistant in the bookshop. ‘I will go to the shop in Kingston tomorrow, when I get a chance.’
That evening, he saw his truffle-loving friend and she was holding a box with freshly delivered truffle butter in it. She looked very pleased with herself.
‘O, you and your truffles,’ Danda said affectionately.
‘Yeh, they smell amazing,’ she said. ‘And guess what else? I’ve just ordered a book about truffles online.’
‘O, Laura!’ said Danda, for indeed I am the girl in the story. ‘You’re so hard to get a surprise for.’ And with that, he sunk into silence, to make a new plan.
As yet, there is no new plan. I’m such a surprise-ruiner.