"Until December I had not really eaten chocolate for about 10 years. A gift of chocolate was, I believed, a veiled and hostile gesture to make me fat."
[The Chocolate Bar] is a small place, but everything is intriguing, from the Save CBGB's chocolates to the two incredibly handsome European men who sat in the window sipping cocoa one afternoon last week. But I digress.
Alex, honey, they just might not be that into you.
Then I mashed in the [chocolate] stove with my fork, and in bringing the pieces to my mouth, I felt like Saturn devouring his children in the Goya painting.
Surely she doesn't mean this image because that's not a pretty scene.
