You know that one really hokey Elvis Costello song called She? There’s a verse in it that goes
[She may be] The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
That, ladies and gentlemen, sums up the entirety of my relationship with chocolate. You know what I mean: you walk past the ice cream stall and like Pavlov’s dog, immediately start salivating at the sight of frozen creamy goodness behind the glass panel. The mint looks tempting, the cookies and cream sounds really good right now, but you always go back for that one flavor that: chocolate.
