All day long I heard it. Calling to me, out of the dark, from beyond the frost. From behind a closed door, I heard a faint, velvety, sweet and delicious voice…calling my name. Where was it coming from? What was it? What could it want? Why did it torment me so?
Why did its dessert, dulcet tones appeal to me today, out of all days? Was it the 3-day old tofu salad I had for lunch, which left me unsatisfied and disgusted? Was it the handful of BBQ soy crisps which left me bitter and resentful? When I came home – hungry, tired, cold – knowing I had nothing to look forward to other than exercise and a 'healthy' dinner: is that when the cries became irresistable?
It was then that I knew: from the winter of my freezer, came the call of the one thing that could ease my winter of discontent: a two-month old chunk of frozen dark chocolate. It was time for its digestive destiny to be fulfilled.
And now, I hear its cries no more. It's as Oscar Wilde said: "The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it."