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Monday, January 14, 2013

Ghirardelli Chocolate Sea Salt Escape: I think I love you.....

 No, no, no.  I hate you.....


Just when I finally made it through William Sonoma Peppermint Bark withdraw, a lovely friend decides to think of me by giving me my very own personal supply of Ghirardelli Milk Chocolate Sea Salt Escape squares.....
Let me describe for you what it is--it's milk chocolate with sea salt and roasted almonds.
Are you dying from desire yet?   
I'm not sure what kind of friend gives another friend a bag of these things on the 13th day of a brand new year but I was not sure if I should punch her or hug her....
FYI----I did neither.  I disappeared into my car and promptly began eating them.....
Which should explain where I was this morning.
Yeah, I was not feeling very well at all.
A chocolate sea salt escape hangover.....

Did I ever tell you that I was never a sweet eater or gave hoot about chocolate before my Lapband? 
No, I was too busy eating every thing else on the planet to care much about those things.
Sure, I indulged in licorice and gummy bears but give me a big bowl of pasta, some meatballs and the promise of nachos and candy was the very last thing on my mind. 
Fast forward to today and there's just something about chocolate with crunchy things in it that just makes me swoon.
Yes, swoon.  
And,  munch.

I wonder if there's any science behind any of this.
So, my question is: 
Is there a correlation between weight loss surgery and a heightened interest in chocolate (with crunchy things in it....)? 




2 comments:

~Miss Lorie~ said...

I was the same way! I wanted savory, and pasta was something I loved. I think it switched for me when my brain recognized I could eat all the chocolate that I wanted, not so much with pasta or other stuff!

Just my 2 cents.

Jody V said...

Okay Judi My Dear,

I had my 4th fill and chocolate makes me puke! I couldn't make Christmas cookies that year and to this day I can't do sweets! Figure that out!! BUT....I will knock anyone down a flight of stairs for nachos and cheese! Oh...our bands are fickle mysteries!