Look, I'm not saying I'm addicted to chocolate or anything. But I will say that whenever I watch that scene in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory where Augustus Gloop tumbles into the chocolate river, I understand.
I understand completely.
Look, I'm not saying I'm addicted to chocolate or anything. But I will say that whenever I watch that scene in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory where Augustus Gloop tumbles into the chocolate river, I understand.
I understand completely.
Last year for my birthday, my sister gave me an entire gift bag filled with different kinds of chocolate bars, ranging from a 72 percent dark cocoa (my personal favorite), to a barely-chocolate-but-definitely-still-counts bar of white.
I know I'm an adult, and I should probably be obsessed with more mature foods, like avocado or whatever else people my age are supposed to fantasize about.
But I can't do it. I'm too loyal to the good stuff.
It reminds me of those post trick-or-treating meetings my siblings and I would have in the living room, where we would spend hours trading our candy bars until we all ended up with a pillow case sufficiently filled with our own favorite treats.
Chocolate also reminds me of my dad's specialty milkshakes, and my mom's favorite Christmas desserts. It's only ever brought me good, wholesome memories.
If I ever find myself having a bit of a blue day, or maybe something hasn't gone the way I hoped it would and I'm having a hard time dealing with that, I know one sure-fire way to cheer myself up.
Whether it be chocolate cake, chocolate brownies, or simply just a few squares of my favorite candy bar, I know my frownie will soon be all but forgotten.