A Chocoholic-gift For A Chocoholic

"I like it, I love it. And I want some more of it." I wouldn'thave ever imagined in my wildest dreams that I am addicted tochocolate; I don't smoke, drink alcohol and I don't reallyhave any negative vices that I know of.

I looked into my past to find the truth of the matter, and itis absolutely true, no two ways about it. My mother tells methat when I was three, she would always hold me on her hipwhen she was cooking or she would put me in a highchair (notfun, not fun at all).

Although, when I am in the chair she either gives me a toy orsomething to eat (the good part). I can almost remember thefirst time watching her bake a chocolate cake.

I found out years later that she was a baker (or a bakeret).Any way, I watched her every move, she got some eggs, flower,sugar, vanilla and this little contraption to blend theingredients.

After that she puts the batter into pans and puts them intothe oven. Another good part starts. She gives me thespoon and bowl that had the batter in, and I went to town.

A few minutes latter she cleaned me up. All the time I amsmelling something that smells like daddy before he leavesto go to work.

It smells like something that I should eat. She puts me backinto the highchair (and I'm bewildered as to what is thatsmell is?).

Craning to see what she is doing with the stove, she pullsthe oven door to reveal the layers of the cake. She then putseach of them one on top of the other.

Then she went to the refrigerator and produces my favoriteplaymate, a bottle. Watching her every move she gets thatcontraption again and mixed these ingredients, some milk and some brown flower.

She then puts her pinky finger into the bowl and into hermouth while saying mmm'mm. At that point, I lost all controland fumbled and dropped my friend to the floor.

After picking up my friend she did another replay with thepinky finger except she put that brown stuff right into mymouth.

Only the best sensation I ever tasted. I know why my momsaid mmm'mm. That was my first word and since that time, Iwould not drink milk unless it was chocolate.

To make a long story short, two years latter, I grew a lotof teeth. Every week my pop would give us an allowance. Theidea was to save the money.

Of course, I have other ideas for my allowances. You guessed it,chocolate. When I go to the corner store and get to theregister, there are all kinds of chocolate to choose from.

Chocolate, mint marble, dark chocolate some with nuts(scrumptious), filled with caramel, milk chocolate center rapped with dark chocolate mmm'mm. This place is chocolateheaven.

I only recently learned that there are two types of chocolateice cream. One is used for ice cream cones and the other isused for floats and malts.

The soda jerk gave me a comparison test and the ice cream thatis used for malts is the creamiest. When I was like eight ornine, I made a promise to myself that when I get grown, I'mgoing to buy a box of three musketeers and eat each and everyone of them by my self.

That promise still stands to this day. I have eaten a box of them but I haven't eaten all bar from the same box. I am lookingforward to that day.

That reflection into my past confirms my suspicions. ThatChocoholic-gift didn't just walk away, I ate it. That Chocoholic-gift really had no chance.

Any Chocoholic-gifts in my house are mine. I confess, my name isChris and I am indeed a chocoholic and proud of it.

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Chris & Ted Morgan always say that success seems to be connected with action; successful people keep moving; they make mistakes, but they don't quit.

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