I love chocolates as early as I can remember. Surprisingly, my teeth grew favorably. Almost similar to sorting the book titles and covers while in a bookstore, doing a chocolate run never fails to cheer me. Early on, I have manifested fondness of doing this run. When I was much younger, my late grandmother asked me to look after her sari sari store. And after an hour, the goyas and Cloud 9 (for retail) were all sold out – to my mouth. Also, whenever we would pass by to a certain area in Cainta , I would boldly sniff the aroma coming from Serg’s factory. “I’m going to be a factory worker there someday”, I wished.
My version of chocolate run these days is going to the chocolate section of the supermarket, primarily to check what’s new. But most of the time is consumed in comparing the labels, ingredients, and occasional sniffing. Just like what I do whenever I’d come to Lindt subsection. Few weeks ago, I bought several Madagascar and Chilli Darks. I personally prefer dark chocolate because it has more cacao and less sugar. The darker, the better. Although Meiji’s black choco is my ultimate favorite, I instantly liked Chilli Dark for its soothing spice as it melts.
My main considerations for picking the book The Chocolate Run were the cover (we sometimes judge the book by its cover, don’t we?) and selling line, “Who needs love when you’ve got chocolate?” I also call this a rebound book. Since I was so hooked with Twilight Saga that time. That the other books (Black Swan, Special Topics in Calamity Physics, A New Earth) I tried reading were not able to redirect my attention, i.e. getting out of focus as I reached 10th page or so. But this one got me, a light read which is humorously and cleverly written.
Chocolate run is a story of (complicated) friendship, love and laughter. This became engaging for me since Amber (story told at her point of view) is a true chocolate lover (TCL) that she does the runs as well. However, I didn’t know that chocolate run has different meanings as explained in the book:
(a) The act of going out to purchase chocolate
(b) Moving with quick steps on alternate feet while in possession of chocolate
(c) The life of a person who thinks in chocolate and spends her life avoiding intimacy
(d) The emotional gauntlet we all go through at some point in our lives, eased by the consumption of chocolate
It’s like when you talk to Amber for three minutes, she already can tell what type of chocolate you are. With vivid justifications provided. In one part, she thought of her brother and mother like peanut brittle. She made exceptions to the general thought that mothers are like fudge – soft, warm, sugary and comforting. That her mother is a peanut brittle because she’s hard as nails.
Do you also like toffee? I never thought that a plain and simple yummy could mean much. She referred to her former boyfriend a toffee – that is made with the best ingredients, hand spun butter, thick, gloopy cream from an organically raised cow, top quality, sun grown sugarcane toffee. That there was only so much of it you could take. Why? A toffee is not a chocolate and all the sensuous delight it can bring. It has no depth, under each layer is nothing but toffee. Try as you might find nothing but hard, unchanging adventurous toffee.
And one of my favorite correlations was the Twix moment. Amber thought that she and her bestfriend are having Twix moment – that is you enjoy the Twix, it stirs up good memories as it crumbles and disintegrates, but the next day you go back to your diet of Flake because that’s what you’re settled on.
This one totally hit me:
I stopped for a bit. You know, the sniffing in public, but when I came to Leeds I started again. It helps me to feel grounded. I feel a bit lost. This isn’t my home and I don’t know many people. But chocolate … no matter where you go in the world you’ll always find chocolate.
I wonder what type of chocolate I would be in Amber’s senses. What about you? Which chocolate are you? And why?