I’ve never met a person who was without a vice — or ten.
We like to believe we are good people. We like to think our choices — many so deliberately made — are righteous; that they serve a good greater than our own. I like to think even in seeking pleasure we can refrain from causing pain in its myriad forms.
I love chocolate. In bars, truffles, balls, chips, crumbles, shavings, drinks. In milk and dark — especially dark. Infused with pear, orange, apple, chili pepper. Chocolate is now and always has been my guilty pleasure. I like to top it with a dollop of freshly ground peanut butter, to coat a peppermint stick with it and stir it through my morning espresso.