I remember distinctly how Nicholas H—– from elementary and middle school didn’t like chocolate.
We were all so disbelieving about it, it is kind of funny – we had never heard of someone not liking chocolate, let alone known someone… we just couldn’t understand how someone wouldn’t just love chocolate.
The irony still tickles my belly these days, whenever I have to mention nowadays to someone that I really don’t like chocolate, and, quite carefully, I strive not to offend them in communicating this fact.
Somehow, I’m a chocolate convert in reverse, I guess – I used to be all about it, and now I kind of don’t care for it, and I even dislike it at times.
Chocolate malt or smoothie?… hand it over to me, please – yumm!
Hot chocolate and chocolate milk (usually almond milk), too…
But I regularly pass on all, and I pretty much don’t like chocolate in any other form, almost ever.
And I have no idea how I got this way…, because I used to be all about chocolate.
Maybe I just never loved it for myself, but appreciated and attached to it, because everyone else had somehow informed me that that was the way to treat chocolate.
I always loved Butterfinger and Reese’s, but both of those were for the fact that something else was the main focus – the chocolate was secondary, only a coating…. I even made sure I finished the peanut butter cups on the center, not the outside edges of only chocolate.
So, perhaps I never really was a fan of chocolate, but just accepted what I understood to be desirable…