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We dedicate this book to all those
who know that life is too short to live
without chocolate and who
treasure its pleasure frequently.
Acknowledgments
Compiling, editing, and publishing a book requires the energy and expertise of many people. First, a huge thank-you to our families.
Jacks wife, Inga, and their children, Christopher, Travis, Riley, Oran, and Kyle, for all their love and support.
Marks family, Patty, Elisabeth, and Melanie, for once again sharing and lovingly supporting us in creating yet another book.
Patricia enjoys the love and support of her family, her parents, Ed and Bev Kobbeman; her four children, Jeanne, Julia, Michael and Andrew, and their spouses; her eight grandchildren, Hailey, Hannah, Zachary, Casey, Riley, Chloe, Adeline, and Ethan; her brother and sister and their families; and her many friends scattered around the country.
The vision and commitment of our publisher, Peter Vegso, brings Chicken Soup for the Soul to the world.
Patty Aubery and Russ Kalmaski share this journey with love, laughter, and endless creativity.
Patty Hansen has handled the legal and licensing aspects of each book thoroughly and competently, and Laurie Hartman has been a precious guardian of the Chicken Soup for the Soul brand.
Michelle Adams, Noelle Champagne, Dette Corona, Lauren Edelstein, Jody Emme, Teresa Esparza, Jesse Ianniello, Tanya Jones, Debbie Lefever, Barbara LoMonaco, Mary McKay, Dee Dee Romanello, Gina Romanello, Veronica Romero, Brittany Shaw, Shanna Vieyra, Lisa Williams, and Robin Yerian support Jacks and Marks businesses with skill and love.
Thank you to Theresa Peluso, a fellow Chicken Soup coauthor, who assisted in putting this book together, kept us organized and on schedule, and made it easy. We appreciate Andrea Gold for her time and effort in editing this book and the work of HCIs editorial department, directed by Michele Matrisciani, and the HCI creative team, led by Larissa Hise-Henoch, whose efforts make each book special. And the rest of the staff at HCI, who for their sheer numbers must go nameless, who get all of our books into readers hands, copy after copy, with dedication and professionalism.
Readers around the world enjoy Chicken Soup for the Soul in more than thirty-six languages because of the efforts of Claude Choquette and Luc Jutras at Montreal Contacts, The Rights Agency.
Our thanks and appreciation go out to the hundreds of writers who opened their hearts and submitted such delectable stories about their enjoyment of chocolate. We regret that we couldnt publish them all in this book.
And we wish to acknowledge the volunteers who graciously donated time to help us select these stories. Thank you Katherine Bontrager, Jennifer Campbell, Jean Harlan, Arlene Jacobs, Keesha Lawrence, Katy McManus-Semphill, Julie Miller, Marsha Oldfield, Kathy Roberts, Sallie Rodman, Diane Smith, Ken Thompson, Patty Tinsdale, Maddy Underbrock, Dave Wilkins, Dona Williams, Heather Young, and Phyllis Zeno.
Introduction
Chocolate is a word that conjures up a plethora of feelings, tastes, smells, sights, memories, cravings, and pleasures.
Chocolate is the stuff of mood-lifting happiness. It lands on our tongues, melts slowly into a rich, creamy, sweet taste that soothes our taste buds and somehow makes us feel better than we did before it touched our lips.
From the moment our mothers or grandfathers or favorite aunts or babysitters mix a little chocolate syrup into milk when were toddlers, were hooked. Chocolate milk becomes the favorite drink of childhood, followed by chocolate candies, candy bars, ice cream, brownies, puddings, pies, and cakes. Its practically addictive, this rich, dreamy, creamy mixture, not physically addictive, but mentally. We want it. We really, really want it.
Before we know it, were either selling chocolate thin mint cookies or were buying them, squirreling them away and devouring them like popcorn. Then comes Halloween, when our children collect bags and bags of candy, but treasure mostly the little chocolate candy bars. And, of course, its only the chocolate that Mom sneaks out of those bags on a daily basis until thoughts of Thanksgiving and Christmas take over. Then new forms of chocolate emerge on the scene in the shape of trees, bells, stars, and oozing white stuff surrounding cherries covered in milk chocolate.
As adults our chocolate tastes become more sophisticated. Chocolate liquor. Truffles. Chocolate coffees. Mocha everything: desserts, ice creams, party drinks. We travel and buy chocolate in other countries and compare. German. Swiss. Italian. Spanish. French. We come home and fill our chocolate spaces with bonbons, bars, truffles, and dark, dark chocolate with real bean pieces inside, because evidence supports the fact that dark chocolate is actually good for us.
For women, chocolate becomes the drug of choice to get us through our crabby, crampy periods, pregnancy cravings, and finally pre-, during-, and post-menopausal hot flash days when only chocolate seems like our best friend. Chocolate heals, soothes, enlightens, and just makes us feel good.
We plan sophisticated parties around chocolate, from bridal showers to receptions, birthdays, office parties, and hen fests. We discover the chocolate fountain, with fruits, cakes, marshmallows, and Rice Krispies treats finding their way to the end of the fondue stick where we dip it into luscious chocolate sauce. It drips on our chins, lies on our lips, tickles our tongues, and tantalizes our taste buds before we swallow. Then we want more. Much more.
No matter where we arethe corner grocery, gas station, drugstore, mall, specialty shops on Main Street, USA, or Fifth Avenue in New Yorkwe spot chocolate everywhere. We slow down, lick our lips, and give in to the hundreds of shapes, sizes, flavors, and passions of chocolate. We linger at the chocolate chip cookie store in the mall, aching for an entire bag of warm chocolate chip mini-cookies but settle for two of the big ones.
We all have our favorites. Creamy chocolate bars. Fudge. Nonpareils. Brownies. Six-layer chocolate cake laced with caramel and cream frostings. Chocolate turtle cheese cake. Malted milk balls. Ice cream swirled with chocolate ribbons and topped with hot fudge. Chocolate confections shipped in from all over the globe. Warm chocolate pudding with whipped cream on top. Kisses. Hugs. Heart-shaped boxes.
Chocolate is one of those pleasures in life thats relatively inexpensive, easy to obtain, makes us feel a little better physically and mentally, and if we dont overdo it, can be good for us, according to some recent studies.
Chocolate is more than a food, more than a treat. Its a passion, a must-have. Sometimes its a simple pleasure that can help soothe the most complicated day. For most of us, women especially, chocolate isnt a want. Its a need.
Sometimes our chocolate cravings leave us feeling guilty. As you read these true stories and experiences from people of all ages, races, and backgrounds, my hope is that with each melt-in-your-mouth bite of your favorite chocolate treat, youll take comfort in knowing that the majority of humans enjoy and treasure their chocolate cravings as much as you do. One thing I know: life is too short to live it without chocolate.
Patricia Lorenz
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