Wolf bite

Chocolate has always held a place on my pallet. Always comforting and sweet, or dark and bitter when I felt adventurous, my very own culinary girlfriend. In all it was more like a school crush, Chocolate was the popular girl in the class and as much as I liked her, I never got to know her. Her Friends always got in the way
of her true potential, every time i approached her, peanut butter or caramel interrupted and let's not forget but the other nuts she hung around with.Once I reached high school and started to come out of my culinary shell, I noticed her again. It had been a while since we last spoke because she started to get too
clingy always popping up at every holiday,dressed as a hersheys kiss hiding in my easter basket sleeping in my chrismas stocking, pushing herself upon me. Then one day we came across each other in the supermarket.I hardly recognized her.She was free of all her impurities and alone.
I found that she was prone to mood swings the less i knew about her the sweeter
she became when i received more content from her she turned bitter and dark. In such an intimate setting, it wasn't long before I started to unwrap her, break her down, really dive deep into her past. She had traveled the world separated from her parents in Africa and shipped to Europe after she matured. There she went through
many changes when she was adopted by the Swiss, blossoming into one of the most popular girls around. She tells me of her ancestors who came from deep in the jungles of south America and were often requested by the kings and queens of the land and cherished by the common folk. We grow closer as I learned more of her life
like how she came to north America and ended up in so many homes how she inspired many faux cocoa candies and how her home is being ravaged by farmers. The poison that is fame has created a high demand for her, leading to children being forced to work in order to finance her travels.
Its hard for me to swallow, getting this close and seeing her in this raw form was a shock. We part ways. Our most recent encounter more than enough to tie me over. I promise her we'd meet again hopefully under
sweeter circumstances. As I walk toward the kitchen I see my little brother holding a snickers in his hand I ask for a piece, actually happy that she kept in contact with those nuts all these years.