Chocolate and I have a bit of a love/hate relationship. It plays out in various forms, but only one thing truly remains constant. I do not like plain chocolate. Not even a little bit.
I have a bag of misc. chocolate in my desk that I sometimes put in my candy basket to share with co-workers. Right now, I’m not sharing. It’s a mix of peanut butter cups, Krackle, Mr. Goodbar, Hershey’s Kisses and tiny Hershey’s chocolate bars. All of them are tiny version, but whatever. I have polished off every single tiny Mr. Goodbar, am nearly done with the Krackle’s and am making my way through the Reese’s. Once those are all gone, I’ll dump the kisses and boring nasty chocolate into the candy basket.
I really have no idea why it is that I hate plain ol’ chocolate. I just don’t like it. Not sure if I ever did in the past, but in the last 5 or 6 years, I’ve noticed my constant disdain for it.
I put coffee in my hot chocolate. Sometimes I even put a spoonful of banana pudding mix in it.
I’d only eat a regular boring Hershey’s bar if it was accompanied by graham crackers and marshmallows and even some coconut and/or almonds.
I don’t really care for chocolate syrup.
If I have chocolate ice cream, it’s usually got bits of something else in it (typically cookie dough).
M&Ms have to be either peanut or penaut butter.
Chocolate cake must have some sort of filling (typically raspberry) for me to be even remotely interested.
And so, while I do love chocolate, it’s really a rather conditional love.