Every once in a while everyone has to Blog about something that is dry and boring and I am not immune to such things as proven in the last post I did. I wrote that story about 3 years ago for my local on-line newsreel and I thought it would be worthy information to include here. Well, it is worthy, but I really have to get on to the fun stuff now!
Anyone like chocolate??
Yes. Now that's what I'm talking about! Chocolate is one of those things that makes you smile. It is one of those things that brings comfort to your soul no matter what state it is in. I love the idea of a food that can be found at every social gathering that has ever been put on. It doesn't matter why people have gathered...the chocolate is always there.
Throughout history the cocoa bean has led a life in society unlike any other food. In its youth, chocolate was reserved for royalty only. The commoner rarely got a taste of the bitter elixir. In the early 1500's cocoa beans were used as currency. Imagine being able to buy a rabbit dinner for 4 beans or, for just 10 cocoa beans, you could buy the services of a prostitute. By the 1600's, 200 small cocoa beans were valued at 1 Spanish real, or 4 cents. Can you believe it? Money really did grow on trees at one time!! *
I love all chocolate, but my favorite is dark chocolate (have you taken my poll yet?). You all might be thinking that it is for the health benefits that I love dark chocolate. Granted, there are many reports and studies that show health benefits, but if you really knew me you would know that I'm the last person sitting on the health food train. I could live on chocolate if my body would let me. Alas, I do have to eat real food sometimes. In reality I love that bitter bite that is combined with a sweet swirl in my mouth. Add a bit of bitter coffee and you have a Mocha Java that is to die for!
My daughter would rather eat milk chocolate. She loves it on her face, her hands, her knees, and even her feet! No matter how carefully she eats her chocolate it can be found everywhere...including on the back of her neck. How she manages these feats is beyond me. I knew the answer to this when she was 4 and 5 years old. What can any mother expect of a dear young one? Now that she is nearly 17 I have to ask, "How did that chocolate find its way to the bottom of her feet??"
So, the next time I go blogging I will remember to eat some chocolate as I write. It will keep my mind on the fun of this business rather than the business of this business. I invite you to sit back, open a box of sweets, find your favorite chair and savor every bite. I hope your day filled with chocolate!
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*http://www.chocolatemonthclub.com/chocolatehistory.htm
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