I don’t know if this is actually a thing with other people but as I get older I can’t handle sweets like I used to. When I was seventeen I could kill some Reese peanut butter cups and wash it down with chocolate milk and still go back for more.
Now though? No thanks. Can’t do peanut butter cups or any other milk chocolate bar. I had a Snickers the other day when we were fishing and I kind of had to force myself to finish it. Too sweet! What is happening to me?! Some kind of curse.
I recall, as a kid, grownups around me passing on the desserts at times, saying they couldn’t handle sweets. Now that’s me. I’m the old lady who only craves dark chocolate.
Because I need something sweet after every meal, including breakfast, (plus six other times throughout the day), I keep Lindt Excellence Sea Salt Dark chocolate in the fridge at all times. I am rarely without it.
Each time I need a hit, I break a piece off. Oh and I have to hide it from Cordelia because unfortunately she loves it as well. So it’s strategically placed under or inside of other items in the fridge she dislikes.
Does Clint ever buy me flowers? No. But he sometimes returns from the grocery store with two Lindt Excellence chocolate bars for me and that’s even better than flowers.
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