Chocolate is known by many names: milk, dark, semi-sweet, bitter, German, Swiss, white, and unsweetened. But my favorite name for anything chocolate comes from my two young sons. To them chocolate is "Chocolick."
I've heard the word "chocolate" as long as I can remember, and it has always sent my taste buds tingling with excitement. Chocolate, they shout, where? And do we get some? But somehow, the word "chocolick" with its newness, and its combination of chocolate and lick, brings to mind far more than just taste, but images of chocolaty goodness. Every time one of my little boys says "chocolick" whether he's referring to a poptart, a gooey brownie, or M&M's my three-year old gets for going potty, I'm overwhelmed with the desire to raid the pantry and eat all of the "chocolick" in sight!
Hopefully they'll learn the proper pronunciation soon (preferably before their younger brother starts to speak, so he doesn't pick up on it) and my chocolate hormones can stop raging.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Chocolate's Magical Properties
Yes, of course chocolate has magical properties. It can work miracles. Take my fifteen year-old son, for example. When this particular son was a toddler we transitioned him from a bottle to a sippy cup. This was before the new no-spill cups with their various tiny-holed spouts. These sippy cups were regular cups with a clear plastic lid snapped onto the top. No little holes on the spout, just a slit for the liquid to come through (and it did, especially when it was upside-down!).
Apparently when our son drank his milk from a bottle, it was a lot like drinking through a straw--he didn't get the full flavor of the milk. But when we put it in a sippy, the boy refused to drink it. He scrunched his face up with disgust and dropped the cup (upside-down, of course) and moved on to better beverages, like water. This battle went on for a week or so until my husband and I decided to squeeze a bit of chocolate syrup into the milk.
Our little boy sucked every last drop of his milk out of the cup, and with a few chocolaty drops clinging to his chin, asked for more. No one can convince me that chocolate isn't magical!
Just watch at a fondue party--people will pick up anything, even those nasty raspberries, as long as they can twirl them under the flowing chocolate before popping them into their mouths. Amazing!
Keep this in mind the next time you need a miracle.
Apparently when our son drank his milk from a bottle, it was a lot like drinking through a straw--he didn't get the full flavor of the milk. But when we put it in a sippy, the boy refused to drink it. He scrunched his face up with disgust and dropped the cup (upside-down, of course) and moved on to better beverages, like water. This battle went on for a week or so until my husband and I decided to squeeze a bit of chocolate syrup into the milk.
Our little boy sucked every last drop of his milk out of the cup, and with a few chocolaty drops clinging to his chin, asked for more. No one can convince me that chocolate isn't magical!
Just watch at a fondue party--people will pick up anything, even those nasty raspberries, as long as they can twirl them under the flowing chocolate before popping them into their mouths. Amazing!
Keep this in mind the next time you need a miracle.
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