Some happy days, sad days, or just plain bah humbug days I leave work and drive my little lump-on-a-log self to the Bethesda Co-op, purveyors of foods, wines, beers, and chocolates of the laughably overpriced variety. Being a lover of all well-maintained grocery stores that lack crowds and hovering store-keepers, I find respite from the monotony of wishing I was “anywhere by here” in admiring the patterns of food on the well-stocked shelves and scrutinizing the packages-with-promise for sneaky sugar or soy lecithin or carrageenan, preening “aha” when I make a key detection, ultimately succumbing to wicked whims or irrational guilt-for-not-buying-anything-even-though-I’ve-been-here-for-an-hour with far-too-expensive purchases. (Go ahead. Draw a sentence diagram. I know you want to ;)
Usually the purchases turn those sunny days to gray: so much money, not actually delicious, my tummy hurts, I’m tired, so much money are the cleaner versions of the thoughts skipping through my head. This week it was lose-lose with a purchase of raw “cacao” cookies (yuck) and salt-and-vinegar kale chips (yuck.) Considering I don’t have anything nice to say about them, I won’t advertise their manufacturers unless asked. (This is an upstanding but secondary reason; my silence actually stems from my cursed forgetfulness.)
Yuck yuck indeed. But then the Friday fairies smiled and Oh-sweet-morsel-of-ambrosia yum! It was “a mighty FEARLESS CHOCOLATE bar inspired by YOU who have the courage to DREAM & ACT!”
Mine was dressed up in Matcha GREENTEA PEPPERMYNT (wow oh wow) with 30% Organic Rapadura (unrefined whole cane sugar, proclaimed honestly in normal-sized letters). I was taken aback upon opening the aluminum wrapper, for my bar was mysteriously missing a bite-shaped piece. Then I deciphered their explanation: “this bite of our profit is shared with changemakers suggested by you.” I felt slightly miffed but I appreciate cloud-like shapes so recovered sufficiently to take one of my own bites: “ahhhhhh” sing the angels. It was so delicious, I felt entirely satisfied after the recommended 1/2 bar and saved the rest for another time. WOW do I call that a victory, and a win. Yes those are the same things, but it was so much of each that it mitosissed itself.