Hi, my name is Era and I like chocolate. They say that knowing you have a problem is half the battle. Then that should mean I only have half a problem. That’s not so bad, right? We all have vices, but the million dollar question is “do we have to get rid of all of them? “
It’s been said that the love of money is the root of all evil. I wonder, where does the love of chocolate rank on the scale naughtiness? Chocolate can’t be all bad, can it? How ’bout those anti-oxidants? Oh, only found in dark chocolate. Well ain’t that a ….
Nonetheless, think about it. How does one mend a broken heart? With Hershey kisses, of course.
Plain chocolate is nice, but I like extra stuff (nothing with peanuts, though, you know – allergies). Crisped rice is great. I like Nestle´ Crunch miniatures. The full sized ones are too thin but the miniatures are small and chuncky. Yeah, like me – – hey, wait – a – minute…
I’m told that my grandmother used to make chocolate from scratch. She would send my mother to buy the raw pods and then process them by hand. I wonder if I could grow a cocao tree in my yard? Naaaah, too much work. That’s why God created people like Rodolphe Lindt, and Domenico Ghirardelli.
With so many varieties of chocolate available, I still tend to gravitate toward a couple of tried and true standards. Case in point: Symphony bars by Hershey. Smooth, creamy milk chocolate with crunchy almonds and sweet/salty toffee bits…Mmmmm. But I have to say, Twix by M&M Mars is my standby, go to bar. Snap goes the crunchy shortbread cookie as I break it, and then stre -e-e-e-e-tch goes the rich, chewy caramel as I further separate the pieces. Ahhhhh.
Similarly, when it comes to ice-cream, notwithstanding the height and breadth of available choices, I’m a cookies-n-ceam fan. Not plain vanilla, yet not all chocolate… (note to self: work on commitment phobia). Then there are chocolate chip cookies. They provide the palette with a whold new dimension.
If you happen to see me passed out on a sidewalk somewhere, forget the smelling salts, just wave a Twix under my nose. But watch out for your fingers! Mmmmm. If I still don’t open my eyes, feed me another… for good measure. Addicted? Nooooo, of course not. I can “quit” any time I want to. Wanna share a Twix? What’s your guilty pleasure?