My family and friends know me well. The quickest path to my heart is laden with chocolate. I have my favourites but am far from a chocolate snob. Usually I receive many chocolatey gifts. In coffee shops in winter (which amounts to 6 months of the year here in northwestern Ontario) I often order a white hot chocolate piled with whipping cream. No better solace for a frozen soul. On my first birthday after my mother had died, I made a lunch date with Carole, one of my five stepdaughters, the one who was best friends with my son from long before my now-husband and myself had met, the one who was the same age as my son. She lived across town. Without thinking, I drove past the hospital where Mam had died on the way to Carole's house. And I dissolved in tears from that point on. I was a mess when Carole opened her door, my coat soaked with tears. She simply hugged me and held me as I sobbed, then she reached into her fridge and produced a huge white box which had taken up a whole shelf. "This was supposed to be for after lunch. It's your birthday present but you can have one now if you want." She opened the box. I have no idea how many chocolate drizzled or chocolate cream filled desserts were in that box. My mouth watered. I remember that. "I couldn't choose one or even two. It's one of each of the whole bottom tray in the baker's." A girl after my own heart. Vanessa, another step daughter, one with two young daughters and who understands the need to keep her own precious things well out of the reach of little hands, gave me the chocolate sign above for my birthday last year along with several packages of delicious local chocolate. But Nessa could hardly wait to show me the back of the box (see photo to right). She made it herself: a secure place for a hidden stash of chocolate! And believe me, I use it often. Not that I have to hide it from anyone--except myself. Last fall, I learned that I was diabetic. A shock! Especially given my chocoholic nature. I still eat chocolate from time to time but limit myself much more than I ever used to. As I drove around town after receiving my diagnosis, all I could envision were white chocolate curls falling like tears. Tears from me or from the chocolate industry, I wasn't sure.
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Jana
4/10/2018 08:02:41 am
Oh that's terrible. At least you can still have chocolate every now and again. I'm a chocoholic too
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4/10/2018 11:10:27 am
Oh how I appreciate the love of chocolate and the devastation of a diabetes diagnosis. My husband LOVES sweets and was diagnosed several years ago. I myself have a weakness for pastries. Here's to wellness and the occassional piece of chocolate. Great post!
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4/10/2018 11:52:00 am
yes! I love chocolate. I am on a 'no dessert' kick right now, so I've not had it for a while, but there's something about it that is like nothing else in the world. xo
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Rose
4/10/2018 12:52:21 pm
You have so many people who support you! Especially step daughters..you must have parented them well. Thank you for sharing these moments.
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Sue Blott
4/10/2018 01:57:33 pm
Thanks, Rose. I'm very fortunate but can take no credit re my stepdaughters. They were mostly in late teens when I came on the scene and their parents had already done the bulk of the parenting. They brought up lovely people.
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4/10/2018 02:58:53 pm
What a wonderful family you have - bearing chocolate and much love:)
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4/10/2018 06:08:36 pm
MMMMMM....Chocolate! You're speaking my language! :D
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4/11/2018 11:11:47 am
I love the sign! I eat lots of chocolate, but it's very dark with ver little sugar. Every once in a while I'll treat myself to milk chocolate or my favorite, milk chocolate with sea salt and caramel. i need to stop thinking about it, LOL! I found your blog via the FB Page. :D
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