I was over at PG’s apartment last night. (If you must know, we were watching last week’s Formula 1 race that he had previously taped and we hadn’t yet gotten around to viewing. Yes. Really. We are so exciting.)
Anyway, we were drinking a rather lovely bottle of red wine. I quite like red wine, which made me think about other empty-calorie foods that I like. Which would lead us directly to chocolate.
“Hey, PG, do you have any chocolate in the house?” I asked hopefully.
“Yeah, that chocolate bar from last weekend that you didn’t finish. It’s in the fridge,” he answered.
Oooooh! Last weekend’s chocolate bar leftovers!
Of course I leaped up and fetched it.
It was a Lindt chocolate bar, so it was tasty, expensive chocolate. I also happen to enjoy the hardness of chocolate straight out of the fridge – I love that satisfying snick as I snap a bite off.
As I came back from the kitchen, PG moved out to the balcony. He said he was hot. I think he was just nosy about what was going on at the pub across the street, but whatever.
I joined him on the balcony, savouring my chocolate. We leaned on the railing, gazing across at the pub, thinking our separate thoughts. One of my thoughts was that I should really be polite and share my delicious chocolate. So I offered and he accepted. I broke off a small chunk and he leaned forward for me to pop it into his mouth. (We were apparently channeling those nauseating couples who feed each other. We do not normally do that. Honestly!)
Except that I intended to give him the whole piece and he intended to only bite off half of it. So the rest of the chocolate that didn’t make it into his mouth tumbled to the sidewalk three floors down.
Both of us stared down at it for a long while. My chocolate. Gone.
Without a word, we went back inside. Fortunately, there was just a little more chocolate left, but I still mourned wasting even one small piece of it. I mean, it was really fine quality chocolate! However, it was an accident, and it wasn’t really serious in the grand scheme of things, so I forgot about it soon enough.
But when I left his place a couple of hours later that night, I hunted for that piece of chocolate on the sidewalk. And I found it! I picked it up and examined it. It looked okay. I gave it a perfunctory brush. I considered what to do next.
I still can’t quite believe this, but I ate it.
And I’m still alive. So far.