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Dear Chocolate,

Dear Chocolate,

I love you. Please don’t ever leave me.

I know things have been rough for you lately, what with all those pesky New Year’s Resolutions. You can’t walk through a grocery store check-out line without seeing some nasty headline putting you down.

And the social media bullying? It’s just not right. #ChocolateHater tweets are a real, disturbing, international thing. What is wrong with people?

You’ll always have a safe place here, in my kitchen (or at least until I pour a nice Cabernet and crave a little nibble). I’ve always been a fan. The first cake I ever baked was chocolate, and pretty much every cookie since.

I’ve dunked apricots in you, covered pretzels and strawberries in your velvety goodness, and snuck you into places no one dreamed you’d be.

“Mmmmm,” they said as they ate my chili. “This is delicious. What kind of tomatoes did you use?”

Ha! As if temperamental tomatoes could add the depth of flavor you do.

I recently sprinkled chocolate chips into pumpkin oatmeal and, let me tell say this out loud, you were absolutely divine.

We’ve had our moments, I know. You tend to seize up on me if you think I’m not handling you just right, and no one wants to hear about the time I burnt you (oh the humanity!) and you made the whole house smell bitter for days.

But you and I both know we make a great pair. We have a rapport that grows more tender in the late hours of stressful afternoons. I look for you then, in your fancy, blue Ghirardelli wrap. When we find each other, it’s a beautiful thing.

You might be feeling down, with all those December holidays behind you and Valentine’s Day still more than six weeks away. I notice you’ve moved back into the regular candy aisle, and away from the special occasion kiosks. It’s a temporary humiliation, I assure you.

Take heart, my little friend, and know this: Somewhere, on an ordinary January afternoon, someone, whose name rhymes with Golly G and He, will spot you in a random candy dish, peel back your fancy foil, and smile.

Hot chocolate

Remember this beauty from the blog I wrote about my disastrous attempt to give up chocolate for lent? I need to recreate these bad boys toot sweet.

I meant to show you my S'mores Cupcake but it was quite delicious, I was hungry and very quickly there was N'more. Oops.

I meant to show you my S’mores Cupcake but it was quite delicious, I was hungry and very quickly there was N’more. Oops.

This present takes the cake

And this kid grew up on the hard stuff. She’s been baking chocolate cakes from the time she could hold a spoon in her hand.

Not so thin mint ice cream cake

We’ve mixed it up a time or two — added mint and such…

Peanut butter patty brownies, in honor of the highest rank I reached as a girl scout

And this delicious gem — Peanut butter patty brownies, in honor of the highest rank I reached as a Girl Scout.

Take Five Brownie

I invented this cupcake based on your best candy bar.

Ah the glory days! (Although, from the looks of this picture, my electric mixer is about to entangle the chord, perhaps setting off a life-changing series of appliance failures from which I have yet to recover.

I’ve been making chocolate cake since I could first double fist a mixer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted on January 6, 2017, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. TRAVEAIN FINLEY

    I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT CHOCOLATE

  2. Never had chocolate cravings until I turned 60 and since then, all bets are off.

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