Guys, I don’t know how, but for the first 20 years of my life, I didn’t like chocolate.
It tasted bitter. It was just bad.
As a kid I decided, “this is gross,” and wouldn’t touch it.
But from the vast enjoyment every other human being on the planet displayed while eating this marvel substance, I knew I was missing out.
No other food seemed to weaken my friends’ resistance, inspire their baking, or enhance every dish it touched.
Chocolate was the only food I didn’t like that I wanted to like.
It was standing in the way of my ultimate enjoyment of food.
So it is with great pride and pleasure that I announce for the world, I now eat and yes, love chocolate.
I have carefully cultivated
this taste, first with chocolate-enhanced items: Andes Mints at Olive Garden, chocolate-dipped strawberries at Valentines parties, chocolate-coated protein bars, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and Milky Ways from candy bowls.
I progressed to the Halloween candy my roommates had already gotten their fill of, then the Russell Stover Gift Box left lying around at Christmas.
This was such a good sign. I was circling back to eat more and more. Chocolate no longer evaded me… I enjoyed it. I have yet to buy any, but I will soon. I want to expand my tastes from fun size Snickers and Twix. I’m particularly excited about dark chocolate (health benefits woo!) and artsy chocolates.
I’m happy but reeling a little… for so long I was the chocolate-hater. It was a convenient excuse to ignore desserts other people complained about overeating. I was unique. Seriously 99% of people were incredulous to discover I didn’t like chocolate. Now I’m just like everyone else.
But I’ll give up a bit of my identity if it means I can share in this joy that is chocolate.
P.S. Someday I’ll have to share with you the story of my acquired taste for cottage cheese. It is an equally thrilling tale.