I would really like to know. I knew I liked chocolate, maybe a little more than the average Joe, especially given my family history with amazing chocolate makers. I didn't realize it, or the lack thereof, could leave me completely befuddled, confused, and un-motivated to even go to yoga, which BTW is the only non-human thing I love more than chocolate to give you perspective.
Yesterday I went to the sunflower market to get my supply of grain sweetened chocolate. You read that right, it's raw chocolate made sweeter by malted barely. It's pretty dang good, or was, until I discovered they stopped selling it in that store. I tell you what, I've never felt the urge to throw a tantrum like that moment! I wanted to seriously pick up all those normal, sugar filled chocolate chips and pour them all over the floor and jump up and down on them. Since I'm a grown up, I just left quietly and came home, wrapped myself in a big furry blankey and sat on Brian's lap for an hour.
Then I hopped online and paid $65.47 to have a case of these chocolate chips shipped to me. I changed my clothes and went to yoga, where sweet Abbey provided me with a class that was not only healing, but inspiring and by the end of the class I found myself sending out very positive energy to those I love instead of just trying to receive some positive. So that's how much chocolate means to me. I would pay $65.47 to have some in time for Christmas. Sad isn't it? Oh well, if I can't eat potatoes, cheese, tomatoes, yeast, sugar, fruit, etc. etc. etc. I should get my little indulgence. Next time you stop by the gas station or the grocery store, look at all those little bars and send out some gratitude for the abundance of chocolate!
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