I love chocolate.
No… I really looooove chocolate. There’s a reason I don’t buy it often. I love it. Most commercial chocolate bars are pretty shit. Then there’s chocolate candy bars. That category would include Snickers, Kit Kat, Whatchamacalit, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups… (Zero doesn’t count because it’s white chocolate and nougat. That’s a different animal altogether.)
Well… I need chocolate today. So… I mosey on over to our vending machines here at the workplace and scan the calorie laden contents. The chocolate row seems a little slim but lurking at the end is the day’s salvation.
One Hershey’s S’mores bar.
Typically, I am not fond of Hershey’s chocolate. It’s waxy and commercial. I like Lindt very much, but no one stocks that in the machines (thank god). I also like a handful of crappy commercial chocolate candy bars, though my taste for many of them has waned in my adulthood. I’ll still partake in a Snickers, a Kit Kat, Whatchamacallit, Reese’s, or a Milky Way… They all have additional ingredients like caramel or peanuts… so that’s acceptable. It’s kind of like ice cream. You can pile a bunch of stupid toppings onto a sundae and enjoy it completely, however, if you want a good Vanilla ice cream that you can eat plain – well, that’s a different category of ice cream altogether. You choose the plain ice cream more carefully. I think this way with chocolate.
Back to the chocolate.
Well, the S’mores bar also gives me a strange nostalgic satisfaction. I was a girl scout for years and years. We camped. We made s’mores. There’s something about chocolate, graham crackers and marshmallow that makes me go weak. This little candy bar is brilliant. All the bliss without burning your tongue on molten marshmallow or singing shitty camp songs. I swear I only went to camp to make s’mores and catch snakes. I am halfway to that time again, right now in my mind, as I sit here wallowing cheap commercial chocolate wrapped bliss over my tongue. The bar is smaller than many in the machine, but for a few minutes it gives me a memory. I hold onto that smoky campfire just long enough to finish the treat and realise once more that there’s a reason I don’t waste my money on chocolate candy bars often- Hershey’s chocolate still tastes waxy and now I’m out seventy cents, up eleven fat grams and sinking into the reality that I’ve got over an hour of work to go and an impending sugar low to look forward to.
Fuck. Why am I so easy?
smooches laced with sweets~