When I was young, every time my father went out of station/country, I looked forward to his return. He always brought a bar of Chocolate..one single bar, that my sisters and I had to divide equally and share. ( It was no easy task dividing a ‘5 star’ chocolate in to 4 equal parts) Once we had our share, then we waited to see who ate theirs first, so we could torment them while eating ours slowly! This process of waiting and tormenting was what made me decide that, One day I will have a house of my own and I will build a Chocolate bunker underneath. The next time I remember is when Beautiful Eyes gave me a giant bar of Cadbury’s fruit and nut Chocolate for my 18th birthday. He gave me the chocolate because he said building a chocolate bunker was a tad difficult, especially because he didn’t want to kill the ants, but if I really wanted it, then he will surely build it for me. And I remember laughing, thinking how silly my wishes were when I was young.,
But over the years, the cravings for Chocolate vanished. The only exception would be Daim chocolates. I can eat a full packet without any qualms.
When I had kids, I didn’t want them to act like manic wild animals when they see a bar of chocolate( typical Mallu kids behaviour..just like how my sisters and I were) and didn’t want to add a luxury value for something cheap. I always bought chocolate when I went to buy groceries. It was in my shopping list. I still do. Yaya and Toothless don’t care much for chocolates. But not baby. I remember buying her a giant hershey’s kisses for her 4th bday ( as usual the crappy last minute bday gifts we always end up buying for her) and she finished eating it before the morning was over. I know she is addicted to chocolate, though I don’t understand how the addiction works.
I have tried to restrict her chocolate intake and decided not to buy chocolate one time and found her baking a chocolate cake that evening. She baked brownies the next day and when the cocoa powder was over, she used milo in lieu of cocoa to bake muffins. I bought her chocolates on day 4 because I realized that I couldn’t beat her in this game and might as well give up. I got my GP friend involved and the doctor explained to baby that eating anything in excess is detrimental to health and baby and the Dr agreed to a truce, where she is allowed to eat 3 squares of a chocolate bar each day. She follows the rule religiously and I bake her a tray of brownies every Friday as a treat.
I was going to write about how I was planning to deal with baby’s body image issues..and much as I try not to think.. I can still see the Beautiful Naga holding the giant fruit and nut bar in his hand.. Sometimes, memories is all I have