Thursday, November 15, 2007

Know Thyself

As if it is not difficult enough to avoid the sweet, white, death here in America, someone blanketed our apartment complex in door-nob adds that included a little, individually-wrapped, square of imported, French, 70% cacao, chocolate. Oh, and it was a difficult day, since Andrew is back in full swing for the last (thank God!) show of the season.

Now, as a former chocoholic, this was difficult to refuse. I held it. I carefully read every word on it. There was no ingredient list, but rather a website listed for more information. Still, it looked promising. I unwrapped it and smelled it. Yes, it smelled like good chocolate. Then, while quite tempted to pop it into my mouth (after all, it wouldn't have really hurt me to have a little), I opened our trash cabinet and threw it away. There were several reasons for this. One, I would probably get a little sugar induced depression if I ate it (since I am so sensitive to it now), and then there was the chance that it was not high quality chocolate and that I would be lethargic and depressed AND have eaten poor chocolate. No thanks.

Now, you might think me crazy, or extremely powerful, but I am not. Really, the only reason I was able to accomplish this was because I know myself, and I always have a bar of this in my refridgertor in case of emergencies. I can break off one little square and have my craving with little guilt. It is made with Rapadura (whole unrefined sugar cane) instead of refined sugar (have I mentioned that the process they take sugar through to make it that pure white stuff is the same process they take poppy's through to turn it into the pure white stuff, also known as heroine? It is not a food).

Though this chocolate can boast no dope, I still don't indulge much because it is expensive, and I am anti-caffeine as well (save that occasional square). Even a small cup of decaf makes Elliot spit up my milk. It is the same story if I eat an extra square of chocolate. No kidding. I could make him get used to it, I suppose, but I really am trying to be drug free...even when it is delivered to my door step!

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