i married into chocolate
In the family I married into, chocolate is a magical word. There’s discussion over the tastiest kind, debate over the best eating temperatures and the most effective hiding places in the house. I even had to bake a chocolate cake for my father-in-law to prove my worthiness to marry his son. (Between you and me, we all knew I was already in, dowry or not. In fact the practical joke I played on him around said chocolate cake has become a famous family incident and won me more points than the cake itself. My father-in-law then knew he had a match in his daughter-in-law for that glint in his eye). Anyway, back to the chocolate. They would never get distracted talking about this food group. It’s classified as it’s own food group, didn’t you know?
My mother-in-law brought back some Japanese chocolate from a recent trip to Asia. This stuff is heavenly. A treat to be taken slowly without distraction, eaten with full presence in the moment. You have to bite it slowly and let it melt on your tongue. Just one little pre-cut square is all you need. Any more and you’re losing the point of it. I do love the Japanese notions of quality and simplicity. Even opening the packaging feels like it should be done ceremoniously. I feel this is exactly the way they intended it to be. Appreciated mindfully.