Chocolote

Both Jilda and I have been trying to watch our sugar intake. Gone are the days of snorting lines of pure cane sugar, and swigging gallons of tea so sweet that your body doesn't know whether to hurl, pass out, or send you straight into some kind of coma.
Jilda recalls eating a two six packs of Hershey Bars when she was in kindergarden. I can remember eating a dollars worth of Mary Janes....when they cost a penny each. I almost lost a tooth in that episode......but I digress.
These days I drink honey in my coffee, and while we do still drink sweet tea, it's in moderation.
But, we do eat one square of Godiva dark chocolate each night after supper. Depending upon her mood, Jilda has voices that she uses to request that I fetch us our treats. Some nights is a whisper like a secret shared between lovers -- chocolate. It almost tickles my ears. Some nights it's like the good witch of west -- why don't we have a chocolate.
Some nights it's matter of fact -- you want to grab us some chocolate?  But then there's other nights when she's had a bad day, she has this voice that sounds like Linda Blair in The Exorcists when the boogie man is in possession of her vocal cords -- C H O C O L A T E growl, growl, growl.
I bolt from the table, fetch the chocolate, and shove it toward her with a long stick. The chocolate seems to sooth the savage beast (I know it's really breast but beast seemed to fit better in this circumstance).
Tonight is was the good witch of the west voice and we both savored our dark chocolate, though I do sometime miss the buzz we got from snorting Godchaux Pure Cane sugar.
(I know Jilda's going to smack me when she reads this.)