I’ll let you in on a little secret (that isn’t really one): I have a problem with chocolate. Â Screw alcohol and drugs, give me chocolate every single time. Â You think I’m joking, but I have literally sat in my apartment late at night and spent hours having a conversation back and forth in my head about whether or not I should go out to Duane Reade and pick up a bag of Hershey’s Kisses or Rolos or Riesen. Â Fortunately, inertia usually outweighs the pull of the chocolate, but sometimes I do actually go and buy some chocolate, because you know, it’s calling to me. Â And don’t even get me started about Insomnia Cookies — they make it way too easy, what with nighttime delivery. Whoever came up with that idea is an evil genius!
I can usually ignore the allure of chocolate during the day — or at least moderate my intake. Â But my sister and I have figured out that we are nighttime snackers, a habit that was learned from our parents, who perfected the art of nighttime snacking. Â So, I try not to keep chocolate in the house if I can help it, because I am not to be trusted around it. Â But, I brought back a sizable haul of goodies from my trip to New Hampshire, including a nice bag of Lindor Truffles, which might just be my all time favorite. Â And somehow they aren’t all gone yet.
I’m not sure how, but I’ve managed to not eat them all in one sitting and make myself ridiculously ill. Â I’ve amazingly kept my truffle intake to one per day. Â They are a delicious treat that I eat after dinner and I’m shocked that I’ve been able to keep from tearing through them. Â Maybe I’m maturing. Â Maybe I’m learning to be more disciplined. Â Or maybe they are just so delicious and I can’t afford to buy more, so I’m stretching them as long as I can. Â No matter what, I am savoring them. Â And if I make it into the New Year with some truffles, I’ll consider it the first miracle of 2013.
I’m sure there’s a lesson in here somewhere, but the only thing I can think of right now is “mmmmmmm, chocolate.”