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 SOMETHING ABOUT CHOCOLATE.

When I was a child, for some reason I did not like sweets, in particular chocolate.  Being one of the youngest of a large family I was a little bit spoiled.  My parents, brothers, sisters and some other persons were always giving me big chocolate bars, of course my mother was always telling me not to eat too much of it or eat it too fast because I would get sick. What my mother didn’t know was that whenever somebody gave me candies or chocolate,  I would thank them profusely and say; I will eat it later, and when nobody was looking I would  put the chocolate  in a big shoe box which my mother had given to me to keep some of my trinkets. I did this because I didn’t want to hurt their feelings saying I didn’t like chocolate, this went on for a long time until one day my mother who was looking for a particular pair of socks opened the drawer of my dresser and saw the bulging shoe box. What is this? and opened it founding all the chocolate bars, Oh My God! She said, somebody has to eat this chocolate, sweetheart, don’t do this anymore! It is needles to say but the rest of children had a feast enjoying the chocolate.

(I thought of giving it to them, but I knew one of them would tell on me)

Years later, I started to work in a very large company, where there was a young man that showed some interest in me, I must admit, the interest was mutual, he was very shy and I was shy also; sometimes when I came to work I would find a chocolate bar on the desk, although  I didn’t know where it came from I had a very good idea of the origin of the gift, since my taste for chocolate had not changed, I would look around and if nobody was near by I would put the chocolate in the middle drawer of my desk, more than one time I was nearly caught by the young man, until one day when he came to ask for some documents that were inside that middle drawer, I opened it without thinking and to his surprise  he got a glance of piles of chocolate bars, I saw the look in his face, it was more surprise than anything, Oh he said, you don’t like chocolates! I do, he said, I have a sweet tooth. I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t tell him I didn’t like chocolate for the same reason, I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, besides, I was not sure he was the source of the chocolate.

There is a twist in the story, many years later I was diagnosed with diabetes, I knew I had to stay away from sugar, candy, chocolate, etc. which didn’t bother me at all, but after many years of abstaining of the sweet stuff I started to crave it, I could dream of a delicious chocolate Sunday, chocolate cheese cake, or just a simple piece of dark chocolate, since I had been always determined to keep that disease under control I had a very strict diet, years ago, sugar was a no-no for diabetics, luckily, lately due to extensive  diabetes research it has been proven that it is possible to eat some sweets in limited quantities, so now days you will find in my kitchen drawer a big chocolate bar cut in many small pieces, and when I have the urge for sweets THAT drawer is my favorite.

I nearly forgot to tell you that the young man with a sweet tooth and I got married. We had a happy and wonderful life together until suddenly I became a widow.