Prompt: Inspired by my previous stream of consciousness involving the list of things I do on a rainy day
Melt-on-your-tongue goodness that makes you want to weep from the sheer heavenly flavor that assaults your palate... that's what chocolate is in the essence. So sweet, warm and wonderful when it makes your fingers and toes tingle. There's a reason people like to eat it when it's cold outside.
I think I just love chocolate. It's my singular most guilty pleasure. Sure, I occasionally break rules, but my self-control completely vanishes when I am faced with the purely tantalizing sight of chocolate. You'd think something that's so brown would be unappetizing--I'll be the first to admit that its color is not the most appetizing out there--but the taste of it is enough to pull me away from the disturbing mental images. I could smell it from across the room, its creamy, velvety scent wafting straight up my nostrils and making little lights flicker on and off in my brain.
As soon as that scent registers, it's like my superego--the conscience of my being--turns off and lies dormant. Sure, I don't eat a ridiculous amount (okay, sometimes, I do), but I can't seem to help myself. The temptation is too great, and I'm fallen from grace.
Hot chocolate is one of my favorite treats. Chocolate cake, ice cream and pie are all great, but hot chocolate is something otherworldly and amazing. As soon as it flows down inside you, it swirls and spreads its tendrils of sweet goodness all the way through your body. Logically I know that chocolate makes the body produce happiness-inducing endorphins, but I think it's much more metaphorically pleasing to think of it as the catalyst of cheeriness rather than a chemical reactions which flows through the body, putting out a mass of hormonal signals that light up in the pleasure part of the brain.
Usually when I drink it, though, I don't merely mix in the chocolate and the milk, stick it in the microwave and call it a day. That's just plain sacriligious! No... it must be carefully tended with precisely three spoonfuls of mixture (added after scraping the thin film of milk-fat off the surface of the steaming liquid), stirred to a pale, creamy confection with curls of heated air wafting upwards. Then one piece of hershey's chocolate may be added to it via spoon and let sit for several minutes to heat.
You know, my favorite part is licking up the semi-melted remains of that chocolate once the spoon is lifted. Heaven, plain and simple.
You may think it's weird (I know my sister does), but I have found this ritual to bee particularly helpful (especially in motivating me to do my homework: one piece of chocolate per section of government text read) and I find myself in a much better mood after the occasional indulgence. Speaking of which, I don't think I've had hot chocolate for several months. You know, it's really not a summer drink. I don't need to get warmer when it's already 90 degrees outside! Now that it's November, though, and the weather should be cooling down soon, I can once again indulge without guilt. After all, I have to walk a whole block and a half through the unshoveled snow (did you know that's illegal--the neighbors have to shovel the sidewalks by law, but they never do!) I should be rewarded for getting snow down my shoes and socks and gaining a case of runny nose and sniffles while my face gradually regains its natural pallor instead of the acerbated red color it adopts when I'm outside in the cold.
I deserve some hot chocolate after that. *pouts*
Note: just a little something I wrote for fun
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