No Chocolate For A Year, More Or Less

San Geraldo made a commitment Monday morning after our chocolate overdose Sunday afternoon. "No chocolate for a year," he announced. It might have been more realistic to say "no chocolate until next year." That's less than six weeks away. But, it doesn't really matter. The point is now moot.

HAND-DIPPED GINGER SNAP.

After dinner, San Geraldo remembered that we had leftover chocolate frosting in a bowl in the refrigerator. It would have been a shame to let it go to waste. He suggested we get out the soup crackers, but that didn't sound very appetizing (to me). Then he mentioned a box of ginger snaps. He softened the frosting in the microwave. We dipped. Delicious. But, we didn't get far into the stack of ginger snaps before another overdose. No chocolate for at least a few more days, I thought. Then I washed the dinner dishes. We had spaghetti. There were three containers of sauce for the freezer. I discovered three decorative slabs of chocolate that had been intended for the top of Miguel's birthday cake but then weren't needed. I had to make room for the sauce. So, I ate the chocolate. I had no choice.

DOORS AROUND SEVILLA ARE NOW BEING WIDENED FOR US.