I'm not quite sure why chocolate is addicting, but that's never stopped an addiction before. I know all the rumors that say it releases the same endorphins the body releases when one is in love and that's why it's so addicting. Maybe there's some truth in that, but for me, it's just plain dangerous!
I get it in cravings. I'll be minding my own business innocently reading a book when suddenly BAM!!! If I don't get me some chocolate RIGHT NOW I can't be held responsible for the pandemonium that might ensue.
Any chocolate will do usually, but my all time favorite is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. They have to be the actual peanut butter cups, though. Not the cheating "bites" you can get of most candies at the store anymore. Part of the addiction is the ritual. Ripping the candy cup out of its paper wrapper. Then you nibble the funny crinkly edges. Then you bite into just the outter skin of chocolate and with your tongue try to work the peanut butter out. (Careful girls, men have been known to go insane while watching a girl work out the peanut butter.) Once you've gotten as much peanut butter out as you possibly can, you collapse the whole thing with your front teeth and slide the disks onto your tongue and suck the stuff down to a ooey gooey mass.
Chocolate is a serious thing!
*Sighs hugely.*
Actually, I have a theory about Reese's. It's a reincarnation theory. The way I figure it is, I must have done something really awful to Harry B Reese in some previous lifetime. REALLY awful. Mr Reese felt the need to come back to life and invent Reese's Peanut Butter Cups knowing FULL WELL that I would become addicted to them.
When I tell you I have no control over my chocolate obsession, and am totally knocked senseless when it comes to Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, I am giving you an accurate description. I HAVE NO CONTROL.
Harry, what could I have done to you and when will the karmic debt be paid?
Sorry folks. I'd finish this off more gracefully, but I have some peanut butter cups I need to finish eating!
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