On the Chocolate Trail: When it Comes to One’s Chocolate, Sartre was Right: Hell is Other People

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by Christina Daub

There’s a hole in my heart. My heart of chocolate. I hadn’t even opened the red velvety box full of William Carlos Williams truffles before the truffle thief struck. Smack in the center: three missing. Telltale cocoa prints dusting the lid.

This is of course not the first time my chocolate has been raided nor will it be the last I’m sure, though I have gotten clever about hiding it over the years. As soon as one spot was discovered, I’d find another, always having to stay a leap ahead of the chocovore grunting around the house.

There have been decoys, unsweetened bars where the bittersweet were normally hidden, false-backed drawers, secret shelves…but I reveal too much here.

This time I wasn’t swift enough. I left the early Valentine’s heart in its purple plastic bag in the glasses cupboard for one night and boom, the chocolate detector started clicking like mad. To make matters worse, the violated heart was rewrapped and put back in the bag, back in the cupboard as if it had never been found. No apology, no Sprungli’s pralines poem taped to the door:

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

I have been close to a chocolate divorce before. The last time a friend brought me a box of Sprungli’s pralines I was unfortunately out of town and not only did Truffle Thief consume the entire box and remove the evidence, he never even said a word about our friend, his visit or the thoughtful present of coveted Swiss chocolates.

Eight months later our friend came through town again and stopped by. How’d you like those chocolates, he inquired.  Chocolates? What chocolates???  Truffle Thief started to shift uncomfortably and mumbled something lame about me being gone.

Let me tell you, gone never looked so attractive. The luxury of living alone again hit me like a truck full of Mars bars. To have one’s chocolate and be able to eat it too, is that really so much to ask? Especially since I am one to share or was once upon a time.

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4 Comments
  • Linda Aber
    February 9, 2011

    Love this article. Truffle Thieves seem to exist in every home,and it may be because of a German medical study which says that a chocolate a day keeps heart disease away. Leaving a “hole” in the writer’s heart is a lovely image which gives new meaning to “crimes of the heart.” Thank you for sharing…even if you don’t like to share so much anymore.

    • Tina
      February 14, 2011

      O, I do like to share but not with people who steal the goods before I can even offer them!

  • Susan Barr
    February 9, 2011

    Such fun to read, I’m left smiling… and wishing I HAD some chocolate in the house… is such a thing a sin (no chocolate near to hand)??

    • Tina
      February 14, 2011

      gasp…no chocolate…not even cocoa…?

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