The Color of Love is Royal Purple (Spin Cycle)

I love my husband, family and God – not in that order.  There is another love that shames me.  I love to eat it, but my hips hate to see it.  This “love” is not good for my heart, cholesterol or overall body composition.  Instead it makes my soul stir and my heart race with anticipation.  A good size piece of Cadbury chocolate can make this grown woman giddy as a schoolgirl.  Cadbury for a few seconds can drown out a winning kid or erase the back talking from one of my girls.  Cadbury comes in the most distinct royal purple wrapper that my eyes can detect clear from across the room.

I don’t just love this chocolate -I desire it.  No other chocolate will do.  You can keep your M&M, Snickers and other kiddy sweets.  My “love” is the perfect balance of cocoa, milk and sugar. This concoctions is so superior in my personal chocolate arena it must be imported.  The American version made by Hershey just pales in comparison to its older sibling the true Cadbury out of England.  The American version is slightly darker and has a sweeter flavor.  While the British version seems more mature with a subtle chocolate hit and a less waxy feel.  I am not a foodie, just a connoisseur when it comes to Cadbury chocolates - just ask my husband.  

Thanks to a wonderful flight attendant, Karen, I can usually get my fix.  She travels to London frequently and brings me back a couple of large bars every few weeks.  In exchange I make her a batch of Comer Granola Bars that she can bribe cranky flight attendants into submission.  Personally, I make out like a bandit on this trade.  I just pray she never loses this route on her flight travels.  The downside is I have made Karen a true believer in Cadbury chocolates.  The only difference is she prefers nuts and fruit in her chocolate.  I like it nice and plain – nothing getting in the way.

Last week my husband had the rare travel to London for work. After emailing each other after a bad day with the kids, his only reply was “think about the purple Cadbury bar I will bring you.”  Did he ever bring home a bar, it measured 24” x 10” – that is a lot of chocolate.  Most of it is stashed in the freezer but some has found its way to my hips.  To alleviate my guilt and fear my pants will not fit, the treadmill and I have been battling it out all week.  The scale will be the referee soon.

What is your color of love?  Mine is purple.  Join the conversation at The Spin Cycle