When I was 5, my mom told me I was allergic to chocolate.
Now, you’d think that a future 20-year product of the public education system would have smelled something fishy, but I smelled nothing but the tantalizing, forbidden scent of chocolate.
Believe it or not, the ruse lasted until age 10, when we were selling Hershey’s bars for a school fundraiser and I sank my teeth into a gorgeous, silky chunk of chocolate heaven.
Half a decade of my life. Irretrievable. Lost. Goner than a koala chucked into a black hole.
Aside from those five years of chocolate-less existence–and … Read more
