My name is Merrily and
Hi. My name is Merrily and I am a chocoholic.
I haven’t had a piece of chocolate in three days.
I had a fozen cafe mocha this afternoon.
I haven’t had chocolate in 6 hours and
I guess it all started on my first birthday.
I was sitting in my high chair minding my own
business when an enormous piece of chocolate
cake was placed on my tray in front of me.
I tried one little morsel of that chocolate and
it was off to the races! I was so giddy with the
flavor I could barely hit my mouth - I slathered
it on my face and in my hair and up and down
my arms. And I began my secret plotting to get
more of this incredible stuff, this manna from
heaven, this food of the gods.
Halloweens were always tough for me.
My sisters and I would sort all of our candy
to see who made the best score. We would
negotiate and trade and bicker and eat.
My candy would be gone in no time.
I would steal a piece here and there from
different sisters so as not to be discovered.
And Easter? Oh the torture. My oldest sister
would wait until my chocolate bunny was
devoured before pulling hers out untouched.
Licking its ears and taunting me about my
long gone bunny. Oh, she was relentless all
right but when I was 12 I outgrew her (no
doubt with a little help from my chocolate)
and she was afraid to tease me anymore.
My mother taught me how to make her
infamous fudge. I was the only one she taught
because it was so hard to judge the timing and
she knew I would stick with it. It required
stirring for about an hour after it was cooked
to achieve the right consistency. All the while
I would pull the full spoon up like she taught
me, letting the thickening elixer slowly pour
[over my finger] into the pot. By the time that
fudge cured my stomach would ache.
Ah but I was sated.
When I was sixteen I got a job at a little cafe
that made hand rolled chocolates. I walked in
the back room and discovered the large vats
of chocolate cooling. If I waited until just the
right moment I could pull the long spoon out
and break off a hunk of the stuff before it
hardened too much. [I know my chocolate,
yessiree] I would put it in my apron
pocket and gnaw on it all day. Good times.
Well I could go on and on but it was when I
began nibbling on semi-sweet Baker's chocolate
squares that I knew I'd hit rock bottom. I mean
where do you go from there - dumpster diving
for wrappers to lick?
So I stand in front of you today a broken woman.
I can't stop - I need help.
It will take something greater than me to make
this craving go away.
Does any body have any heroin???