So it should come as no surprise that I take a Ziploc bag upstairs with me when I decide to nibble on my chocolate bar while typing my latest blog post.
Yes, the Universe was smiling on me and had my favorite marzipan chocolate bars in stock at Target last time I went there.
I bought 120 of them, just to be safe. They might run out.
But the chocolate is so rich, so decadent, that no one can possibly eat an entire bar in one sitting. Hence, the Ziploc bag.I tear off a small square of chocolate. The first square is the worst, meaning the best, because it is establishing the precedent for my whole mouth. That first bite reminds my tongue how magical this chocolate is, how special. The first bite warns my teeth to take cover from imminent cavities, but the teeth don’t care.
Mmmmmmmmmm. I am in love.I eat one third of the bar, because honestly, who could ever inhale more than one third? That would be ridiculous gluttony. I slip the other two thirds of my chocolate bar (still in its wrapper) into their safe haven: the Ziploc baggie. I will go put it back in the frig in a while.
At least five minutes go by. All right, 30 seconds. The frig is far away, all the way back downstairs, who has that kind of time to store things there? Plus, I am suddenly realizing that my favorite chocolate is a victim of some new marketing strategy and redesign where they made the chocolate bar smaller. Aha, that explains it. That is why I am hungry for more so soon.No one will care if I eat half a bar. It’s not like I live with the Chocolate Police or anything. Half is a reasonable amount. There, I save the rest for later.
Later comes in about 10 minutes. I am starving! I think I forgot to eat lunch today, well, that sandwich and apple and chips don't really count, do they? I need another square of chocolate, just one square.Somehow, all that is left now is the empty wrapper inside the Ziploc. How did that happen? And how did these chocolate crumbs melt all over the front of my t-shirt?
I take the candy wrapper out of the Ziploc bag. I walk downstairs and put the Ziploc back in the box inside the kitchen drawer. Wow, the box is still full of Ziploc baggies! I thought I had been going through them pretty fast, but I guess not.MOV