I'm going to need the REAL chocolate

When I was a child I looked forward to Halloween like a burgeoning alcoholic waiting for happy hour. Halloween meant candy. Specifically, it meant chocolate. When you live in the country, you have your choice of neighborhoods to trick-or-treat in. No one knows you so you might as well hit the "good neighborhoods". These are the homes that give out Snickers, Twix, Reeses, Butterfingers, and Milky Way. We wanted real honest to goodness name brand sugar and fat, and we got it. And it was good.

When I met Sue and Lesley I was introduced to European chocolate. Sinfully sweet with a depth of flavor you can't find in its US cousin, even if you manage to slap your hand as it travels toward the sampler lid, you will crave it until it drives you completely insane. You will bargain with yourself and the box will remain 3/4 full while you eye it every day, tempted to reach in and snap up a morsel to savor. When someone offers you a Hershey bar, you will smile politely and say, "No, thank you." You want the real thing not some waxy substitute.

Chocolate is okay in moderation. It's best if it's the dark chocolate loaded with antioxidants, but you still need to be careful. Chocolate can be fattening. Just like anything else, too much of a good thing is dangerous. If used improperly, chocolate can do horrible things to your body.

Some people are like that chocolate. You didn't know what you were missing until you found them. When they've gone you're presented with other options, but you're no novice anymore. Nothing but the real thing will do. So you'll smile politely and say, "No, thank you." The craving will become so great that you consider late night drives to feed the need, but it's a 24 hour drive.

Just like that box of chocolates you made last forever, you find yourself remembering the last piece you had and wondering if they will still have it when you finally get back. It torments you at times and messes with your body.

Remember when waxy boring American chocolate was enough? Remember when you married American chocolate?

Would be rude to put his face there, huh?

I either need an express shipment of European chocolate or a road trip. Seriously. 

Only a couple of days away.... Someone for me to take out some sort of frustration on!