comfort food

must be something in the air. or the full moon. or just a phase I'm going through, but here I go again talkin' about food. and today I had a craving for chocolate milk. and let me tell you it must have been a powerful yearning because there are few things I dislike so much as to venture to the grocery store. but I had no Hershey's chocolate in the pantry so I donned the Uggs and headed to the market.

I had a mission. I was only going to buy chocolate syrup. but then as I was in the car I thought ... hmmmm. hot chocolate. okay revised plan.

I walk into the grocery and the first thing that greets me are freshly baked pies. drat. new plan. cherry pie into the cart. and then the french bread was calling my name. jump in there, mon amie, there is plenty of room. a bit of brie for my favorite sandwich. check. and onto the hot chocolate aisle.

one box of hot chocolate mix. check. one gallon of white milk. check. and then it happened. I saw the premade chocolate milk in the dairy case. I couldn't look away. I was mesmerized. enthralled. captivated. hooked. join the calorie fest, liquid brown beauty, the more the merrier.

happy with my purchases and back in my own cozy quarters, I abandon any previous plan and decide to enjoy the beverage cold. pouring the chilled nectar of the gods into my glass, my life is complete.

I will shred tomorrow.

'if not for chocolate, there would be no need for control top pantyhose. an entire garment industry would be devasated.'