I totally admit that I use food as a coping device. In particular, sugary foods. (Mmm...just typing this I had to jump up and go get a handful of JellyBellies. ) As long as I remember, I've had this tendency. In fact, I remember being warned by a friend's mother, whilst I stuffed my fifth brownie down my throat, I would encounter weight issues in adulthood. My 110 lb, 5'9" frame shook with laughter at the idea.
She was right. I had kids, turned 30 and now I go jean shopping every 6 months.
But this post isn't about weight-gain. It's all about chocolate milk.
Chocolate. My first true love. (Sorry Jimmy-John, Chocolate and I were long time lovers before you came along. You do hold a solid second place, though.) Nothing chocolate in my house lasts for long.
There is one exception, though: chocolate milk. I've never quite understood it. It's relatives, chocolate ice cream and hot chocolate are longtime staples of my diet. But, I never am tempted by the mid-temperature variety of chocolate flavored dairy products.
And then I started home milk delivery from a local creamery. Every Tuesday morning I get freshly bottled organic milk dropped on my doorstep. On a whim, and mostly for the co-inhabitants of my home, I ordered a quart of chocolate (whole) milk. I wasn't planning to have any, but tried some "just to see".
Mmmmm, boy. Tuesday is my new favorite day of the week. Creamy, rich, the perfect amount of cacao bean. But at $2.75 a quart, it's definitely a luxury item.
Jimmy-John is lucky if he gets to lick the bottle when he gets home. I'd order a bigger bottle, but I don't think that would help JJ at all. I'd just be fatter and he would be poorer.
