It seems that whenever one (and I speak as an estrogen-infused one) is in the bowels of depression, chocolate is the only effective antidote.

I know you’ve heard it all before.  The cravings.  The female thing.  The bitchiness.  The dark chocolate.  It is all a mysteriuos whirlpool of hormones, self-fulfilling prophecy and a bland recollection of scientific data we willfully and eagerly accept and promote.  It is, in a way, a mantra to hum over and over to ourselves, in blind hopes that it will ease all the discomforts, and there are many, of our day to day living, especially on the bleak and rainy days.  Hmmm…Chocolate cures all….Hmmm

And for one moment, one creamy, rich, sinful moment, it does.  It eases anxiety, sadness, hopelessness, and especially, that unsatiable desire for sweet and bitter, dark and white, and lately, for me, salt …Read on

Sorry.  I’m still somewhere sipping cafe creme.  Paris.  Tel-Aviv.  Madrid.

No doubt gaining weight just breathing deliciousness. I guarantee I am dunking something sweet into my beverage.  There I go.  There I go again.

More later, upon my return. Just need one more sugar cube…

Disculpen.  Sigo en otra parte del globo disfrutando de mi cafe creme.  Paris.  Tel-Aviv.  Madrid.

Les aseguro que estoy engordando tan solo por respirar el aire delicioso. Y les garantizo que estoy remojando algo dulce en mi cafe.  Alli voy.  Alli voy otra vez.

Mas sobre estas aventuras cuando regrezca.  Pero primero, me hace falta un cubito mas de azucar…

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Valentine’s Day is next Thursday and as happily-married-and-all-that-jazz that I am, I still find it a rather nauseating, irksome holiday. It’s not my actual loved one that gets me queasy. No, if that were the case, we’d be in big trouble, or I’d finally have some answers for my unexplained bouts of IBS. It’s the imposition of the holiday that pisses me off. Folks have barely swept the New Year’s confetti off their front porches when the world as we know it is infused in a strange pink and red lens and we are suddenly assaulted with wicked allergies from such an abnormal outpour of stuffed animals begging to be bought. They are everywhere, in every shade of pink or red, and they are cute: cute teddies, cute bunnies, cute heart creatures: so cute you just …Read on