ooh la la… Chocolat.
I have awakened from the most luxurious sleep.
Last night I dreamt I was in chocolate heaven. I moved in a daze between two long ivory rows of my ambrosia. Such sinful decadence, it was enough to make one weep. I was in rhapsody, I was in ecstasy, I was in paradise. Oh conquest of Cortés, how do I love thee? I delight in the airy lightness of your crepes, moistened with a dark rich sauce. I am in rapture over the paradox of your soufflé: fluffy in the inside and slightly crisp on the outside. I delight in your combination of fruit and fondue that give my tantalized taste buds a citrus-y respite. I savor the hidden virility of your Bailey’s: dark, brooding, and handsome. I revel in the heady sweetness of your cheesecake, the nutty delight of your brownies, the creamy coolness of your ice cream. But it was your truffles that I loved the best. I ate them sparingly, not daring to miss the nuance of every bite those dark, white, milk, and almond-flavored orbs of perfection afforded.
It was so real I can almost taste it still.
Only one thing more and it could’ve been ooh la la Chocolat… I was missing the liquid sombre eyes of Johnny Depp.
One of these days, I shall write an Ode to Theobroma Cacao.
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While on the subject of dreams, I’d like to say thank you to my friends Berns, Aggie, Liz, Nikki, Mei-Anne, Paula, Arthur, and Roane Lou, for being the stuff that dreams are made of. Mwah!
