I'm craving chocolate—specifically Ghirardelli dark chocolate or maybe double-chocolate fudge brownies.

There is no chocolate in the house.

Sometime last week or even the week before, I threw out the last of the dark chocolate bunny, a leftover from Easter that my husband had so thoughtfully provided. It was starting to look unappetizing and maybe even a little moldy. The ears, head, feet, tail and rump were long gone. Only a small piece from the middle remained.

Now I'm wishing I still had that little piece of chocolate bunny tummy. I feel sure that it would have been yummy.

Instead I stand at the refrigerator and scan for something "snackable." We desperately need to go shopping for groceries. No cheese. No carrots. No fruit. No nothing but some Chinese leftovers and orange juice that would promptly give me heartburn. (Okay, there's some popcorn in the pantry, but that's not what I'm craving.)

Bring on the herbal tea!

It's better for me anyhow, right? No carbs or fat. And no chocolate.

Oh! Hot chocolate mix!

I practically run to the pantry.

Yes! Success!

I'm going to get my chocolate fix. There is a God.

 Mmm.

That first sip is like manna from heaven. (I'm not exactly sure what manna is, but I'd rather have chocolate than manna...or even ambrosia. Hmm. One sounds fishy, the other too sweet.)

"Sweet" isn't the goal. Despite the face that I love chocolate, I prefer dark, bitter chocolate. I've never really liked any other kind of candy. It's not the sugar that lures me. It's that wonderfully silky, earthy, sharp and bitter chocolate taste.

I feel the same about coffee. I drink a least two cups every day no matter what the latest anti-coffee study claims. I prefer my coffee black—no cream or sugar—but I like a good mocha latte once in a while.

Chocolate also enables me to drink something I really don't like: milk. A beverage that tastes simply horrible to me au naturale is quite palatable after several spoons or squirts of chocolate. So bring on the chocolate milk when it's available. (Yes, we're out of milk and Hershey's syrup, too.)

And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's late and I must get some sleep, preferably with mouth-watering, dark chocolate dreams.

Guess what I'll be buying tomorrow?