Genetics & Chocoholism: A Study

So, it's not news that I have a pretty big sweet tooth.
But, in my defense, I have a pretty specific sweet tooth.
I would die for ice cream, I love candy in chocolate form (milk and dark) and I can put away more cookies in one sitting then I care to divulge. I especially enjoy chocolate chip cookies (not too chewy, not too hard), Milanos and any sort of biscuit coated in dark chocolate. Milanos cannot be expected to last more than three days in my possession.
When it comes to cake, pie, cupcakes, and brownies...I'm not too enthusiastic. When I eat ice cream cake, I leave the cake and eat the ice cream. Warm apple pie a la mode sounds good about once a year and if you were to put the most delicious piece of cake in front of me, I'd probably say, "Meh. Got any ice cream? Or chocolate bars? Or M&Ms?"

So.
Anyway.
I took my grandpa shopping the other day. And we had to go to Walgreens and the grocery store. He's reading me off his Walgreens list and it's got stuff like, "Lotion" "Tums" "Shampoo" Ect ect.
And then he goes, "And Candy."
Candy was the first thing we got in the store.
Three bags of it.
All various kinds of chocolate.
Bag of fun size Milky Ways? Plunk, in the cart.
Bag of chocolate covered carmel peanut clusters? Plunk, in the cart.
Bag of regular peanut clusters?? Plunk. In. The. Cart.
Phew. With that taken care of we moved on to the less important stuff...like shampoo and metamucil.

Then we go to the grocery store.
Dude gets his groceries and we're going through the store and then he slyly sends me off to the deli to get him some meat while he continues to shop.
When I come back, I look in his cart and see a sampler pack of chocolate pepperidge farm cookies that includes Milanos. (It's also worth mentioning that I happen to be devouring Milanos as I blog. Great minds, right?)
Then we head to produce to get him some grapefruit and he goes, "Oh! Aim! I need ice cream."
So we go to the ice cream aisle and he's like, "Get that chocolate one there. Edy's. Yeah."
I'm pretty sure by the time we were finished shopping, 30% of his foodstuffs was chocolate.

So we get back to his condo and I'm helping unload and I pull out all the candy and plunk it on his table and he's like, "Aw jeez I sure got a lot of bags of candy."
Yeah, Grandpa. You did.
Three to be exact.
And cookies.
And ice cream.
I like the way you roll.
I am without a doubt your granddaughter as there is nary a day I do not have chocolate somewhere in direct access.

Love Rant: Coffee Cups With Saucers

I have no reasonable explanation as to why this makes me so so happy...but it does. I'm slightly embarrassed to say that when my coffee comes on a saucer at a restaurant, I get a little giddy.
I don't know if it's the "tidiness" of the whole thing.
Or that if it's just elegant and classy.
(Really, what it probably is, is that, if a coffee cup on a saucer my brain is instantly like, "OMG! ROOM FOR A COOKIE!!")

Sometimes, I forget to be civilized.
Not that I'm a Barbarian, but I am always on the run and coffee, as much as I love it, is also my morning fuel. It's either thrown into a mug and guzzled in the morning a la Popeye downing a can of spinach or I run through a drive-though and get it in a disposable cup that's disposable because I didn't have time before I left the house to MAKE and SIT DOWN with an ACTUAL cup.
When presented with a coffee cup on a saucer, I'm reminded to slow down. I think, "Wow. This must be a damn good cup of coffee. I mean...its got its own chair and everything. I should sit in my own chair and enjoy it."
Coffee cups on saucers make me feel civilized. It's like permission to chill out for a sec, sit at a cafe with a book (and a cookie) and watch the world go by (with a cookie). I mean, think about it...if you're carrying a coffee cup on a saucer you have to walk slowly AND when you drink you can't just slam it back down on the table. You have to dantily return it to it's little place in the middle of the plate.
Also, as we've covered...saucer=built in cookie tray.

...this is as close as I am ever going to get (and have ever gotten) to having a tea party.
No thank you tea, just strong black coffee.
No thank you crumpets, just cookies.
No thank you proper posture and polite conversation, just a comfortable chair and an engaging discussion or a good book.
But yet yes yes please to my coffee on a saucer.

AND DON'T FORGET THE COOKIE.


...I suppose eating a cookie like cookie monster total defeats my whole argument that coffee cups on saucers make me slow down. Honestly though, it only slows me down when it comes to drinking and enjoying my coffee. Personally, I don't know any other way to eat cookies.





Also, when I image-searched "coffee saucers cookies" to find the above image I also found this...

I can't decide if it's a miracle or the worst thing ever because it pretty much make a saucer mostly moot.