To Chocolate

Dear Chocolate,

How are you, my old friend? I had a small party this evening with Malbec, Smoked Gouda and Aged Cheddar. The only thing missing from making it a perfect night was YOU!

You're really the most wonderful friend a man (or woman) could ever ask for. You're always available, like 7-11. You can adjust to the mood of the moment -- sometimes bitter, sometimes smooth and cool, and sometimes you're so sweet it makes my teeth hurt. Alone, you're terrific and satisfying; with others, you go even farther and complement with your magical ability to blend into any occasion or circumstance. What more could a lonely man ask for in a friend?

When I'm in need of a pick-me-up, you do the job. When I feel like being treated to something sweet and reminiscent, you're the perfect match. When it's pouring down rain outside and I'm blue, you're only a stone's throw away, in unlimited supply. You're my vice, my not-so-secret indulgence, my favorite "anytime" companion.

The surgeon general not long ago made a claim that friends like you are even good for the heart, and aid in fending off certain types of cancer. How is it, my friend, that you can be so perfect?

I love you!

Always,
Brently