It's like Sex and the Suburbs and 30 Rock all rolled into one…
I am a hot blogger. No, it’s hot in my apartment. I live in a basement one bedroom, and usually it’s quite cool and cave-like. Having lived here for a few years, I’ve only felt the need to have air conditioning once. Last year it sat in my window; I never used it. This year I decided to turn down my father’s offer to put the old AC in. Albany’s heat wave looks to not end any time soon.
It’s just too hot for chocolate. And I love chocolate. Given the choice between a gourmet meal and a dark chocolate bar, the Black and Green bar wins. Every single time. I ask for a shot of mocha at Dunkin Donuts when I get an iced coffee there. When getting soft serve, I forgo even the swirl and get a chocolate ice cream with chocolate sprinkles. Now, having proved my love for life’s solution to all problems, I am going to admit that right now I couldn’t eat chocolate if I wanted to.
I think it ties back to what I call Cold Thirst. Rarely do I ever choose to drink a hot beverage. Tea is reserved for sore throats, and even then I’ll try an iced cold ginger ale before breaking into my tea stash. It might be sub-zero, and I’ll take my coffee iced in the morning. My body wants to be refreshed when it takes in liquid, so iced drinks are what I take.
When it’s this hot, I want my sweet to be cool and smooth. When it’s this hot, I would rather have a fruity sweet, something with a high water content. That’s not chocolate by any means. So my friends, I have put the fudge pop down and am enjoying a red white and blue bomb pop.