Chocolate

Aw...yes...the joys of chocolate.

Chocolate and I first became friends when I was a teenager.  As a small child we were mildly acquainted, but the relationship didn't really take off until Aunt Flo came to visit on her regular schedule.  Up until that time Chocolate was just an ordinary treat - I actually had a preference for pink colored ice cream with yellow and blue dots.  The lust for chocolate grew as my taste became more developed.

Lindor balls were my first love affair.  Their hard but creamy outside could easily be smoothed into a delicious liquid of ultimate perfection, cherished for a solid five minutes. After sucking on one the world seemed a better, sweeter, brighter place filled with endless possibilities and hopeful awakenings.  Lindor Balls are one of the greatest chocolate creations - simply perfection.

From there the ripe impression of chocolate became an addiction that was nearly impossible to deny.  On normal days it was just a background voice, calling to me subtly, but as Aunt Flo arrived, a ravenous hunger seemed to come with her, and both of us would frantically search the halls of the local supermarket, unearthing quarters within the confines of the couch just to feed the craving beast.

Since then chocolate refreshments seem almost a requirement, but more forms are now permitted.  Ranging from the cheap and icky (snickers bar) to the more refined and elegant (ferrer rochers) chocolate in most of its forms can be consumed for the survival of all womankind out there. This relationship has been considered sacred since the dawn of time (or at least the 20th Century).  Guilt is a necessary part of this relationship, we all know that without it Chocolate wouldn't taste so good.