I love chocolate
it doesn’t matter what kind
as long as it’s chocolate
minus the nuts, and cherries
layers and layers of chocolate
just one chocolate cupcake
I don’t think so
I say let’s eat them all
and since it’s Easter season
let’s have a few CHOCOLATE eggs
Icing on the cake is so timely. It’s my dad’s heavenly birthday today. He’s been gone from this earthly plane for 19 years and I miss him so very much.
I will have to blame you, Dad, for my chocolate addiction. When I was growing up and when my dad was home, (his job required him to be gone during the week), we usually had dessert. Of course there was a stipulation to receiving dessert, we had to clean and I mean eat everything we had on our dinner plate. That was truly painful, at times. I’ll admit that sometimes I put the food I didn’t like , (beans), inside my napkin and crunch it up, when my mom wasn’t watching. I did this all for the sole purpose of enjoying dessert, the best part of any meal in my opinion. But not just any dessert – chocolate. Why do I blame my dad? He’s the one who would go get Oreo’s and milk, and put them on the table for the Thompson Tradition. With a glass of milk in hand and an Oreo cookie in the other, he would dunk that Oreo in the cold, luscious glass of milk, one after the other. On special occasions mom would make a chocolate cake. Once again, the tradition would begin with a slice of chocolate cake and an ice-cold glass of milk. Instead of dunking like was done with the cookies, he would put the whole slice of cake into the glass of milk, stir it just a tiny bit and voila, eat it with a spoon. The trick is to have more of the chocolate cake than milk. 69 years later and my addiction is just as strong as ever. I seriously, would eat a chocolate dessert over an entree, anytime. I have cut back some, I know it’s not healthy to eat that much sugar, consistently. But I gotta tell you, there’s still nothing better than CHOCOLATE!!
I had tears in my eyes when I was writing this post and truly didn’t know these words were coming onto the page or that this post was where I was going. I thought I was just writing about my passion for chocolate. I felt your presence Dad while I was writing, remembering, and crying. I miss you Dad and I think it's time to go have some CHOCOLATE.
Dad, you are “the icing on the cake with milk”. Happy Birthday Dad-e-o!
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