If I were a drug addict, my drug of choice would be chocolate. You’d find me reclining on a chaise, covered in a dragon red tapestry, mainlining chocolate. From time to time an exotic-looking man would tidy up the little gold and silver wrappers littered around me. He’d then place decadent chocolates from Madagascar and South America within reach of my outstretched hand. In-between chocolate stupors, I’d reflect on how my life had come to this. Other than a piece of chocolate cake and the occasional chocolate chip cookie, chocolate’s appeal has been lost on me… until this year. What is it about chocolate? How did this happen?
“IT WAS THERE, AGAINST THE BLUE VELVET CUSHIONS, WE SLIPPED INTO A CHOCOLATE HAZE. IT WAS DIVINE.”