Let’s face it if you have to choose, you can’t go wrong with chocolate. You’re not falling into anything, although a nice vat of it could be inviting and you’re certainly not pining for the one who left you. Chocolates: you take them or you leave them. Even if you leave them, they stay in their box till you come back and want them again.
Unless you live with a chocoholic. Then you have twelve-step programs like Choc Anon, CODACE (Codependent Anonymous Chocoholic Enablers) and various other support groups where people wear brown, eat brown, drink and think brown. I’ve even heard talk of this day becoming a national holiday replete with parades…can’t you just see the marching strawberries slipping on their chocolate cloaks, the brownie floats, the truffle-shaped Porsche inching along where Miss Chocolate 2011 stands waving in her edible Amazon-wear, hot off the Paris runways?
Was Valentine the patron saint of chocolate? History suggests otherwise. Some say he was a martyr, some a priest, others, a physician. In any case, the tradition of giving gifts of chocolate goes as at least as far back as the mid-1800s when Cadbury reputedly came up with the first heart-shaped box filled with his finest confections.
And for whom is one going to buy such an elegant and love-themed gift if not for one’s beloved? Who wouldn’t want to be romanced by a loved one bearing the beautiful and delectable food of the gods? Make Valentine’s a federal holiday? I’ll sign up for that and in the mean time, all of you out there who want to give me chocolate, I already love you.
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