Please excuse me for a moment, but I must wax rhapsodic about chocolate.

     Not just any chocolate.

     Oh No.

     The current object of my ardor was given to me for Christmas by my friend Jen…and savored meltingly over a period of just under a month…shared with just a handful of people who were worthy of the sacrifice.

     Now, the wonderous Jen (long may she live, and great be her prosperity) has gifted me with ANOTHER bar of:

Michel Cluizel Plantation “Conception” chocolate.

     For the mere and mean (in the archaic sense...not in the sense of being mean) service of cat-sitting, I am treated to this wondrous confection that melts into smooth, rich cocoa-buttery goodness, hitting every taste bud on the tongue in just exactly the right way…not to mention what it does once it hits the blood stream.

     Sigh.

     Happiness is 66% or more cocoa butter.