Growing up, every Christmas we would get a crate full of grapefruit from relatives who lived in Florida. I wasn’t a big fan of grapefruit back then but I now understand the idea behind the gift. Switzerland is famous for their chocolate and not grapefruit which is why every year I send Swiss chocolate to my sister and her family for Christmas. I asked her once if it was okay to do that, not that she would open the package and say,’ Geez, Swiss chocolate, AGAIN? Can’t she think of anything better?’ She assured me she was okay with that and I could continue to send it, sisters are sweet like that.
I’ll let you in on a little secret. I have a love-hate relationship with chocolate. When I first came to Switzerland I’d go to the grocery store and buy a pound of chocolate with whole hazel nuts (a foot-long bar in a red package…), then I’d eat it ALL. I never once got sick – I must have a stomach made of steel.
I was lucky, because at that time I was young and active, so there were no additional pounds gained and I had no acne problems. That chocolate was OH SO good. Someone warned me once, just wait until you hit 25 and it’ll hang on your hips and stomach and you won’t be able to get rid of it, ever! Okay, I’ll wait, but in the mean time it was back to the store for me, there was a chocolate bar with my name on it. I hit 25 and the prediction thankfully didn’t come true.
Somewhere along the line I weaned myself off that bad habit and moved onto the next: Lindor chocolate balls, a hard milk chocolate ball with a smooth, velveteen chocolate filling that makes your taste buds smile. You know how there’s a special way to eat an Oreo cookie? Well, I eat my Lindor chocolate balls in a special way, too. My secret.
So, where’s the ‘hate’ part of this relationship? Simply put, if there is chocolate in the house, I HAVE to eat it. It’s not as easy as it sounds to just keep chocolate out of the house, after all, I do live in Switzerland.
Maybe this sounds like more of an addiction? Hello, my name is Lisa and I’m a choc-aholic.