Devouring Chocolate, Running a Muck

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February 15, 2014


I’ve been devouring chocolate while running-a-muck with my favorite boy and June Bug these last couple days.

Beth Ann, a friend and fellow blogger did the nicest thing! She wrote a terrific post about Cole and his Bug!! Click over and take a look see at the post and wander around her blog. Fun Fact about Beth Ann: She is a tea-pot collector!

El Morno will be back again tomorrow! Below is a chocolate post from 2010 BUT the chocolate is new! Help yourself to a piece.

Bob candy

Dearly Departed Joe’s brother, Bob, makes fabulous chocolates and gives them to family member and friends on chocolate holidays. That would include every holiday but the 4th of July.

The first Easter after Cole was born, Bob gave us an amazing assortment of chocolates, all packaged in a beautiful Easter Basket – very fancy! Cole was just a few weeks old, and I had a chocolate imbalance. Joe went to work and I ate almost every single piece of chocolate in that basket, completely inhaling the fruit-covered chocolates, and any chocolate with a hidden nut inside. Joe came home and wandered around the kitchen wondering where I put “Bobby’s chocolate.”

“Well, I ate the chocolate.”

“All of it?”

“Well most of it.”

“Katybeth. How could you possibly have eaten all the chocolate?”

“Well, it all started with the first piece I popped into my mouth.”

“All of it? You ate all the chocolate?!”

“Ok, you caught me. There are a couple chocolate cherries left, and honey, they are all yours … well, maybe just give me one.”

Cole was nursing at the time, and can I just say he did not sleep again for five years.

We won’t talk about the year Moose, my glorious Red Doberman, ate half the Christmas chocolates, because … well, we just won’t. I will say that the rumors about dogs dying from eating chocolate may, in fact, have nothing to do with the chocolate.

According to Joe, I gave last year’s Valentine’s Day chocolate to Maria, our cleaning lady. This is not entirely true. It was an Español misunderstanding. I offered Maria a piece of chocolate – at least I thought I did –  and then we left for the day. When we arrived home, the chocolate was missing. I did not give it much thought because, as the years in our relationship accumulated, Joe often hid Bob’s chocolate and Lay’s potato chips from me. When Joe asked the “Where’s the chocolate?” question, I was genuinely surprised, but quickly moved to a defensive position, answering back with my own question, “What did you do with it?”

Joe flashed back, “Katybeth, which dog ate the chocolate?”

“Joe, the chocolate was here this morning, and the dogs were up when we left. Did you hide it?”

To which he answered, “Did you eat it all?”

We then jointly yelled, “Cole!”

Nobody had seen the chocolate. Nobody had eaten the chocolate. Our chocolate was MISSING!

“Oh no! I know what happened. Some no good, bad-ass varmint had stolen our chocolate! Just our luck they went straight for the good stuff – Bob’s chocolate.”

Joe just looked at me and kept looking at me … and looking at me … and looking at me.

A few days later when Maria showed up, I asked her about the chocolates. Had she seen them, put them somewhere, noticed a suspicious chocolate varmint hanging around our house? She looked at me, puzzled for a moment and then smiled.

“Señora, ¡Muchas gracias. Mi familia quería que el chocolate. La caja era tan bonita. Gracias!”

Uh? Smiling big, she acted out how much her family had enjoyed all the chocolate I had given her. If Joe had not walked into the room during the part of the story where Maria was bringing her hands to her lips acting out how yummy the chocolate was, I would just have let the missing chocolates remain a mystery forever. I am my mother’s daughter. Joe smiled and nodded as Maria continued to bring her hands to her lips saying, “de chocolate muy buena,” and then he gave me a “I knew you gave the chocolate away” look.

Ok, so I gave Maria the chocolate. It was an honest mistake. My Español is not so good, Mistakes happen. Her family loved them. Does that make me a bad person? Joe was not consoled, even when I ran out and bought him a dozen marshmallow bunnies and a box of yellow peeps. He just kept walking around the house muttering, “She gave all the Easter candy away. All the Easter candy – gone.” I lived with this story until the day I gave all our laundry to Purple Heart.


Odd Loves Company! Off and running to drop kids at the Chicago Auto show and save a bundle on parking. Don’t get me started on the price of parking….

14 thoughts on “Devouring Chocolate, Running a Muck

  1. Oh Katybeth—-I had not read this one when you posted it before and I love it…..not that you gave the chocolates away but that you were going to keep it a secret if Joe had not overheard it. Chocolate for all!!!! Thanks for the shout out, btw.

    • Its an oldie. Of-course, I would have kept it a secret. Secrets keep a marriage strong or at very least keep your husband from putting a hit out on you.

  2. Secrets are a wonderful thing! I can keep them.
    I wish I was not such a chocoholic. Breads, chips I can easily say no to. Oh well. Glad you have had these humorous chocolate stories to share! I bet Bob’s homemade confections are delicious! What do you wash it all down with? My drink of choice is milk.
    Am sitting at Discount Tire for the required balance & rotation. I could probably use it myself.
    Warming up here. Stay warm!

      • The post was so nice! I love milk with chocolate. OJ is good too. My favorite go to chocolate is a hershey bar with almonds. Joe and I had many, many humorous moments–sometimes I laughed harder than he did, tho.
        Well, maybe you should schedule your appointment next. Right after Cole bought the Audi I had him make a orthodontist appointment for himself and I overheard him say, “Hi this is Cole I would like to bring my teeth in for a cleaning.” His orthodontist sent me an e-mail telling me he was the hit of the office that day.
        More snow coming our way.

  3. I hadn’t read this one before, either, and got a big kick out of it! I suspect it’s easy to have a miscommunication over chocolates — at least Joe learned the truth “from the horse’s mouth”! And poor Cole not sleeping for five years?? Love that!

    • Honest truth about Cole. We tried all the tricks of the day and then bought a bigger bed. I couldn’t believe my Spanish was that far off, but it didn’t matter because as Joe pointed out the Chocolate was ido.

  4. Love your chocolate stories! We had a chocolate/dog incident many years ago when our Springer Spaniel sniffed out and devoured a wrapped box of chocolate-covered cherries that we under the Christmas tree. Then she pulled the head off my daughter’s Barbie and pooped on it–on the living room carpet. Life lesson learned: never put candy under the Christmas tree.
    My husband, who is not a sweets eater at all, has discovered the wonders of eating dark chocolate with a glass of Cabernet. I rarely join him in the chocolate; I’ve eaten my chocolate from secret stashes for so long, I find I prefer it that way now. 🙂

    • Good for you! We all need a bit of mad money and a secret stash of chocolate. For those times when we don’t think we can carry on but must. Your DB certainly goes through some interesting phases. And why NOT!
      A friend had a beagle that ate 12 band candy bars. He was fine. The carpeting not so much so. . .Pooping on Barbie tho was bad really bad and does not exactly say Ho. Ho.Ho. Did you blame it on a reindeer?

  5. So that’s what happens to my chocolate here in Ecuador? I can blame it on my poor Spanish? LOL LOVE it!

    By the way, visited Cole’s blog yesterday. What an incredible artist on top of everything else!

    Hugs from Ecuador,

    • I will pass on the compliment to Cole. His artistic talent comes from his dad and we were so lucky to find a school that fostered it.
      Yes, if you are chocolate addict you need to keep your stories straight and have someone to blame at all times.

  6. Lovely chocolates! I remember those chocolate stories. You forgot to talk about all the boxes of See’s you ate when you were carrying Cole!

    • I don’t remember that story. I’m sure it was just the chocolate after Cole. See’s is very good chocolate.

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