Dear Chocolate,
How are you, my old friend? I had a small party this evening with
Malbec, Smoked Gouda and Aged Cheddar. The only thing missing from
making it a perfect night was YOU!
You’re really the most wonderful friend a man (or woman) could ever ask
for. You’re always available, like 7-11. You can adjust to the mood of
the moment — sometimes bitter, sometimes smooth and cool, and
sometimes you’re so sweet it makes my teeth hurt. Alone you’re terrific
and satisfying; with others you go even farther and complement with
your magical ability to blend into any occasion or circumstance. What
more could a lonely man ask for in a friend?
When I’m in need of a pick-me-up, you do the job. When I feel like
being treated to something sweet and reminiscent, you’re the perfect
match. When it’s pouring down rain outside and I’m blue, you’re only a
stone’s throw away, in unlimited supply.
The surgeon general not long ago made a claim that friends like you are
even good for the heart, and aid in fending off certain types of
cancer.
How is it, my friend, that you can be so perfect? I love you!
Yours truly,
Brently
