Houston, we have a problem
Houston, we have a problem
Explanation forthcoming. Trust me.
Yes, it’s true, I’m outing my life-long chocolate debauchery. Currently smitten with utterly delicious and oh-so caffeinated, dark chocolate-covered espresso beans, Deservedly, these little nuggets of other-worldly-ness (and caffeine!) serve as the top rung on my chocolate debauchery ladder. A twofer. I love it.
Also competing strongly for first rung status are dark chocolate-covered almonds. Last, but never, ever, least, dark chocolate-covered crystallized ginger. Heaven dressed in chocolate and ginger.
Deliciously contemplating my imminent debauchery, my hand was holding up my chin on the living room table, and then it happened! I turned slightly, and in so doing, accidentally swept most of the dark chocolate-covered espresso beans off the table, onto the floor. No! No! No!
Wait, does hope live? Is the 5-second rule still viable? You know, the one where food dropped on the floor, for as little as 5-seconds, is still safe to eat? Houston’s well-known Methodist Hospital, online, says NO, definitely “no way.” Utterly dashed. (But I did vacuum yesterday…) Google (what does she know, anyway), adds that bacteria adheres, in zero seconds, to dropped food.
Houston, we have a problem….
Houston Methodist Hospital, this outcome is entirely your fault! I’m faced with the loss of my so-looked-forward-to chocolate oblivion, now littering my living room floor.
The errant chocolate espresso beans, lying on the floor? Is this an inherent message from a punishing universe? “Do not inhale those chocolate happiness drugs!”
Reality check, reality check! Do I hear the decided implication that I should be more adult in my food temptations?
Got it in one!
Wounded! Truly, truly, wounded…
There are certainly times, yes, I need to be prudent, true enough. On the other hand, periodically bouncing off walls in chocolate happiness is, well, a human thing and I love it. Gotta have compassion for my imperfections (right?), and I can certainly live with chocolate debauchery as one of them. Join me?
Oh, bless you universe, I just remembered. Thank you, thank you! Many eons ago, when I was knee-high to a grasshopper, my mother explained that swallowing a little Texas dirt never hurt. (Builds up my immunity, she said.) The years slid by, filled with my periodic Houston Methodist Hospital unapproved food habits. And look at that, I’m still here! Mom seems to have batted 100% on this one. Lowering myself to the floor, fingers happily reaching out for the awaited chocolate debauchery. (Mom did say it was ok, remember?)
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