Last night I had a dream that I was eating an ice cream sandwich made of vanilla ice cream and hardened chocolate. The more I ate the bigger it got. Until it got as big as an extra large pizza.
I ate an Oreo and I liked it
The taste of overroasted cocoa
I ate an Oreo just to try it
I hope Corey don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm a sellout tonight
My first mistake
was arriving at her door
with a box of chocolates.
First, she admonished me
for being so uncaring
of her figure.
Then she grabbed
the sweets out of my hand,
found them far more
tempting than me.
She must have eaten the whole box
while I could do nothing
more than look on,
feeling the ultimate third wheel.
It was a sorry preview
of the day
she would find somebody else.
They would come in a box
just like this,
their charms individually wrapped
for ease of identification
Maybe I'd even be the one
who introduced them.
Maybe she'd glare at me,
say, there goes my diet.
Maybe he'd be the weight
she put on.
How else to express it
in a gift. Chocolates, it had to be.
I imagine you devouring every one
while wallowing in me.
So what if you nibble on one
and you give the rest to your kid brother.
It was the closest
to intimacy I could find.
Fruit filling in lieu of feeling.
Almonds to replicate the healing of touch.
And the sweetness of it all,
a tongue to savor
the rapture of two lovers in the dark.
All of it in a heart-shaped box.
From me to you, emblazoned with
the word of the day... "Sampler."
The family of eight cobbles day and night,
survives on a ruthless shoestring
fashioning pedigreed plutocrats' filigreed velvet
so at least their youngest doesn't go hungry or
Systemic beatdowns when they got sick, couldn't work
or buy bread.
Dickensian distortions --times are now different, of
Chocolate or pale, pulled over for trivial traffic violation
taking kids to see Pluto at Disneyland, cascading
expired car registration/
fines/fees, can't make bail, jail serves as a warehouse/ collection agency
that shellacs twelve million detentions a year, most of whom are poor,
mentally ill, school failures, homeless, non-violent
nada public rehab programs available --the pity the
horror the waste of it.
Since I was nine at the time this story takes place, my friends and I didn’t know what we were doing was wrong. Please forgive us. So one time at a summer daycare my friends and I found a chocolate bar. The bathroom was a one-stall bathroom and was secluded from the lunch monitors. My friend took the bar out of its wrapper and rolled it in his hands to look like poop. He then went and placed it in the bathroom. After lunch, the owner of the daycare walked in there and found the chocolate bar poop, and a random kid got in trouble—not my friends and me. The random kid got suspended for three days. I haven’t been at that daycare since that summer. Now I will never look at chocolate moon bars again.
I was sitting on the couch, and I decided to get some chocolate. My mom called me up to do something, and I did it. I went back to the couch, and I was about to open the wrapper, and then my dad called me. I did what he wanted me to do, and then I went back to the couch, and my chocolate was gone. I went to my brother’s room and asked him, “Did you eat my chocolate?” and he said, “No.” Then I went to my sister’s room and I saw my wrapper on the floor. I found out my sister ate it, and I was mad, because that was the last chocolate we had. She gave me a dollar and we were fine after that.
I was two years old and my dad just walked in the door from work. It felt like it had been days since the last time I saw him. I turned around and started to run towards him. What I didn't know was my dog, Bella, a chocolate lab, was just as excited as me.
I ran past the counter and was almost into his arms when I felt my feet come off the floor and I was flying through the air around and around. In her excitement Bella was spinning and picked me up by her tail as she was twirling. My mind was spinning and the five seconds I was in the air all I could think of was the hug I was going to get from my dad. My mom was screaming and my dad was trying to catch me as I was hurled across the room hitting face first into the refrigerator. Slowly, I slid down the side of the refrigerator. My hands, feet and cheeks plastered to the metal made a squeaking sound as I slid down like they do in cartoons. I hit the floor and lay there not able to catch my breath, choking on my tears.
My family ran over in shock, checking to make sure I was still conscious. I started to fill my lungs again with air. My chocolate lab was oblivious to the fact that she almost put me in the hospital. She licked my red cheek and was sent outside. To divert my attention from the pain, my parents gave me a piece of chocolate to savor. I had a huge knot on my head for a week but my family and I laugh about it still today. The 5 seconds I was in the air was too fast and shocking for me to remember, but I ask my parents to tell the story all the time.
I have always loved chocolate and was introduced to it at a young age. My dog, Tucke, and chocolate are two of my favorite things, but when they mix it’s a chocolate lover's nightmare.
It was my cousin’s birthday, and we were celebrating at my house. She brought cupcakes, and I personally think I got the best one. It was a huge, triple chocolate cupcake. Chocolate chip batter with chocolate icing and chocolate sprinkles. It was heaven!
The sun was setting outside and a cool breeze blew on the trees, so I took my cupcake outside. What I didn't know then was that my dog had been thoroughly watching me and my cupcake. As I walked outside, my highly athletic dog jumped and grabbed just the icing off my cupcake! I was left with nothing but the slobbery chocolate bottom.
I was mad at Tucker for a while, but was glad he didn't get sick or hurt. I may not have gotten to enjoy the triple chocolate cupcake, but at least someone did, and I hope he liked it.
"When I was a kid, my family and I used to go skiing in Park City Utah every year. At the hotel where we stayed there was a Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. A couple times each trip we would go and get apples dipped in caramel, dipped in chocolate, and we would slice them up and share them with the family. Now every time I see a Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, I have to go in and get a chocolate dipped apple because it reminds me of my childhood. And, they are my favorite." -Christine, Dallas Texas
Baby Boomer Real Estates
Now that I and my wife
are finally done pinching
pennies for rainy days
by staying in our rickety
sour house ‘stead of bidding
on the chocolate new one
which does not leak
our son can bicker with his
sisters over their parents’
future eldercare, either there
under inglorious conditions
or spend inheritance on formal
nursing home slots -- or not,
as they feud about the cash
When I was eight years old, my best friend Beth and her mother Janice lived with me and my family for about a year. A slumber party every night, right? We shared a room, Beth and I. I had my little twin bed with the brass post and she had her big white princess canopy bed. We made it work. That’s what best friends and sisters do.
A few weeks after Beth and her mom moved into our house, Easter arrived. They spent it with family in South Carolina while we spent Easter in Douglas, Georgia with our family. Beth and I both made lists for the Easter bunny. These lists included very reasonable requests like clothes, shoes, a jewelry box, earrings, and chocolate. Both of us decided late one Friday night that chocolate was the world’s most perfect food. Needless to say we did not get the shoes, clothes, or the jewelry box we wanted even though they were at the top of our list. However; we did get Merle Norman cubic zirconium earrings, a plush bunny, and chocolate. Beth’s Easter basket was loaded with chocolate. She got about fifty pieces of chocolate. I was amazed and jealous. All I got was a small bag of Hershey kisses. The rest of my candy was jelly beans. Gross. I gave them to whoever wanted them. My mother when she saw Beth’s basket of chocolate was appalled. She didn’t understand why her mother spoiled her so.
The prized possession in Beth’s Easter basket was her gigantic Easter egg made of solid milk chocolate. She promised to share the egg with me after school started. Both of us were counting down the days until that moment. Until then, we decided to treat ourselves every Friday night with a movie and one piece of the other chocolate.
This went on for a couple of months. Around 7:00pm every Friday night we would put in a movie which we usually got from the video store and devoured a small morsel of chocolate. That spring and summer, I remember watching Star Wars, E.T., Mary Poppins, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and the super scary Watcher in the Woods. The movies were great and the chocolate mixed with caramel and mint was divine. All week long I would count down the hours until our Friday night movie session.
One day in August after ballet class, I came home to find Beth screaming, “my egg!” My heart dropped to my stomach. The egg Beth was saving so we could eat it when school started. Only one person could have done this evil deed, my little brother Trey. While I was learning how to do an arabesque at the bar, Trey was stuffing the chocolate egg down his throat. My dad caught him biting into this thing with all his might. Trey had chocolate all over him and half of his clothes in his closet. As any eight year old would do, I yelled at Trey and told my mom that he was never allowed in my room again. Beth told us all that she hated Trey. My mom just laughed at the whole event. I think secretly she was glad the egg was gone.
For about a week, every time Beth saw Trey she gave him the evil eye. With me, her best friend and surrogate sister she barely spoke. I was honestly ticked off at her. Like Beth, I was looking forward to eating that egg too. I was also not responsible for what my little brother does. There are just some things an only child does not understand.
-Tiffany Buck, Gainesville, GA
Favorite Chocolate: dark chocolate with sea salt
"Some Calendars say, it's #Chocolate Day today. Who are we to argue, let's celebrate!" -Haiku Austin
This sweet custom poem sent from a sister in spirit says it all! Thank you Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz for sharing your clever words and Austin memories from Quack's Bakery to celebrate not only #worldchocolateday, but all our chocolate moments! Recovered July 6th 2016.
Warning Label on candy I got in the mail yesterday-----TO REDUCE YOUR CALORIES, STORE YOUR CHOCOLATE ON THE TOP OF THE REFRIGERATOR. CALORIES ARE AFRAID OF HEIGHTS AND WILL JUMP OUT OF THE CHOCOLATE TO SAVE THEMSELVES!!!!!
-CSM Michael Mosier, Afghanistan, 17 June 2013