I have a love/hate relationship with chocolate.
I'm not obsessed by it, I don't fantasise about it, and I'm altogether *Meh* about it.
In fact eating too much of it makes me quite ill; I have an intolerance to caffeine.
Sometimes, however, I do crave it. I crave something sweet and melty and smooth.
If I crave it when I have little money; Dairy Milk. If I crave it when I have some money; I make chocolate cheesecake. If I crave it when I have lots of money; Hotel Chocolat 40% Milk. My chocolate habits are pretty formulaic and predictable.
There is something chocolately lurking in my past though: this photo...
Yes, I am the one on the left with the face-full of chocolate and armed with a chunk of cake to act as a dipper. Mother knew how to do healthy snacks.
My favourite part of this photo though is my sister's facial expression; it's one of "Tsk, can't take her anywhere". She still looks at me like that now.
Nowadays I prefer my sporadic chocolately treats in my mouth rather than around it. Mostly.