2004-12-21 07:00:00 +0000

Image: Reeseʼs® Peanut Butter Cups

On the Saturday evening of December 4 just past, I was at the LDS Institute of Religion. That evening, many young people gathered to make gingerbread houses and watch a performance. The “gingerbread” was really graham crackers, but the performance was real. I was privileged to be a part of “The Forgotten Carols” by Michael McLean.

But I digress.

As I was observing the graham cracker house making, I ate some chocolate. This was not an abnormal practice of mine. In fact, it was quite in the ordinary for me to ingest chocolate on occasion. Quite as much in the ordinary as the next man, naturally. The real excitement comes later.

The following Wednesday, being December 8, I was at work talking with Inbar. We have a tin of candy at work to which we can help ourselves at any time. I was in the act of helping myself to a Reeseʼs® Peanut Butter Cup, when Inbar mentioned that she thought she was addicted to chocolate. After her explanation, I was thoroughly convinced that she was indeed addicted to chocolate, and I suggested she stop eating it.

She certainly wouldnʼt have any of that. I told her that I would stop, too. And I did. I replaced the Reeseʼs® Peanut Butter Cup without opening it. But she didnʼt. Stop, that is. So now Iʼm not eating chocolate for no reason whatsoever. And Iʼm actually enjoying it! However, the real excitement comes later.

Yesterday, I found myself again at work, and I was on shift with Inbar, when our supervisor walked over to our desk from her office with a large (that is to say, large) slice of cake. She offered it to us, and I began to laugh. And Inbar began to laugh. Because the cake was the most chocolatest chocolate cake with chocolate frosting I have ever seen in my entire life!

And yes, Inbar enjoyed it.