I was thinking that perhaps today, the day after Halloween, would be a good time to reflect on my love of chocolate.
Let me begin by noting that I absolutely understand that there are varying degrees of quality. For today's purposes we are focusing on the cheap stuff. Your basic candy bar.
There has never been any one candy for which I exclude all others. Junior High centered on Reese's Cups. The High School years seemed to concentrate on Twix. College...I was all over the place: Whatchamacalit, $1,000,000 bar (or was it $100,000?)...I even remember a brief, but very intense relationship with the Bar None (has it become extinct?).
My adult life has been pandemonium. I spent a few years with the Butterfinger. Butterfinger's been hard to leave...especially around Easter...those eggs. I have had phases of such comfort with Mr. Reliable, Snickers. Snickers really satisfies me. The past few years have brought a new found appreciation for the Kit Kat. There is some kind of little something extra in that chocolate. Just a hint of butterscotch, maybe? I'm pretty consistent with Baby Ruth. Baby Ruth has gotten such a bad rap after that whole "floating" incident. I can get past that. My latest addiction is the dark chocolate peanut M&M. Oh My Word. Isn't that good for my heart or something?
I would be remiss to not discuss those bars for which I turn my nose. Almond Joy. I'm sorry. It's the texture. Mounds. It's the name. Zero--does that even count? Is it chocolate? My dad used to force feed those bad boys to me. Carmello. Way too messy.
I feel I must also discuss the recent trend of combining things. Seriously, does a Reese's Cup in all its peanutty chocolate glory need caramel? I think not. What was up with that maddening combination a few years ago...it was like the everything bar. Oh, oh, I know...the MMazing Bar or something cool like that. Whatever.
I think I'll go pilfer through The Princess's stash.