Death By Chocolate

Have you ever been at a public event, such as a company party or a wedding reception, where a chocolate fountain was displayed, and had an overwhelming desire to lick it? Have you ever gone and borrowed toilet paper from your parents because you spent too much money on imported chocolate? Have you ever thought you'd rather have chocolate any day over sex?
If you answered yes to any of the above, you may be suffering from an addiction to chocolate. Sadly there is no twelve step program for us, no late night documentaries. Not even a spot on Oprah's last season. We are alone with our disease and we face Death By Chocolate.
My name is Carren and I am brave enough to sit before my computer and say I am addicted to chocolate. My worst problem is that I am allergic to Cacao  Beans. I get sick to my stomach. I occasionally throw up, get hives, and have my airway swell. And then I weakly promise myself, my husband, my kids that I am done. I will NEVER eat anything chocolate again. Except for white chocolate, which we all know is a chocolate lie. And for a while I am good. I avoid chocolate like it's a plague or one of my older sisters. But then it tempts me with articles about how dark chocolate is actually good for us and I crumble, crave, and eventually cave. Thus the cruel cycle begins once more. Therefore to end this tragic fate, I have no choice but to share my pain with you and hopefully, give you a place to share your chocolate pain ( And recipes) as well.
So, please, my sisters and brothers in agony, come to me. My arms are wide open and in my closet resides three boxes of Valentine's Day chocolate that I bought today on clearance. We shall travel this road together. For we are Death By Chocolate and yes, I tend to be a tad bit dramatic when I am on a chocolate high as I am right now.