If you polled all the people I’ve been friends with, dated, or worked with throughout my life, most likely what they would remember most about me is how much I love chocolate. While there are lots of foods I enjoy, chocolate is the most satisfying of them all, and I was always raving about it. I love everything about chocolate—the flavor, the smoothness, the scent of it, the way it melts in my mouth, and that heady feeling it brings that is so similar to falling in love.
For several years, I had an inexplicable attraction to the color cordovan. It seemed that whenever I needed new leather accessories, I bought them in cordovan leather. I had cordovan shoes, a cordovan handbag, a cordovan credit card case, and a cordovan folio for carrying a legal pad to the office. I wasn’t sure why I liked that color so much until one day I laid a Hershey bar on top of my cordovan folio and suddenly realized that they were the exact same color. So apparently, even the color of chocolate thrills me.
My dog loved chocolate too, which was too bad for her because I refused to give her any. Dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate; it’s dangerous for them. The thing is, my dog didn’t feel the least bit constrained by what I allowed her to have. If she wanted something, she just took it, and she was maniacally clever at finding a way to reach it. I came home from work one day to find her standing with her head in the refrigerator, eating a lovely raspberry coffeecake I’d made the night before. I’m still not sure how she got the refrigerator door open without opposable thumbs. I’d been looking forward to that coffeecake all day at work, and when I found she’d eaten it, I made another one. Believe it or not, she ate that one too. So when she came bounding up the stairs one afternoon and leaped up on the bed where I was reading a book, I was not too surprised to notice that she had chocolate on her breath. I couldn’t remember leaving any chocolate in the refrigerator, though. So I was curious. Where did she get chocolate? I went downstairs and found that she had discovered a brand new unopened 1-pound bag of Hershey’s kisses way back on the kitchen counter where no one would suspect she could ever get to it. She had then jumped and jumped and pawed and pawed until she managed to get it down. And she had eaten the entire bag of kisses. Nearly all of the wrappers too. I had to call Animal Poison Control. That, my friends, is the irresistible allure of chocolate.
When I crave chocolate, nothing else will do. I used to try to substitute other things, but I learned early on that eating anything else was just a waste of time and calories. Nothing obliterated the craving for chocolate except some form of actual chocolate. This was a problem when I decided to start eating more raw food, because most of my chocolate recipes were for baked cakes, cookies, and brownies.
Fortunately, though, even in the raw world there are chocolate treats. Chocolate smoothies are a favorite, but so are raw versions of chocolate desserts, like this luscious chocolate brownie with frosting on top from The Rawtarian. And here’s the recipe for the chocolate frosting. Next time your chocolate cravings light up the dashboard in your brain, but you are determined to eat raw, try this recipe. And remember—chocolate makes everything better.