The Moral of the Chocolate

The Moral of the Chocolate

Several people have discussed the moral of the chocolate story or asked me to propose one.

People. Asking me to propose a moral for this event is just a LEETLE bit like asking the European Enlightenment to propose a moral for the 1755 Lisbon earthquake. IT’S NOT A GOOD IDEA.

LOOK WHAT HAPPENED TO VOLTAIRE when he tried to work a reason into something like that. The philosophical debates resulting from The Great Chocolate Disaster could change the course of world history. (Hey, if the Lisbon earthquake could do it, surely melted chocolate could.)

So, I am going to pull a Jean de la Fontaine on you today. Just as he did in La Cigale et La Fourmi (which is the one where the ant works hard and the cicada dances all summer), I am not going to give you a moral. This is for my own self-protection and also for the protection of world history, see above.

We shall even declare a moratorium on chocolate for at least a week, so people have time to grieve.� Well, we shall try.� I was Up to Something last night as part of my therapy, but I believe I can refrain from writing about it for a week.
You probably think that means the blog is shutting down for at least a week, too, but I will HAVE you know that I can talk about other things, too. Coming up: Flowers (shall we consider them chocolate funeral flowers?), Glaciers (that’s ice cream makers, not the big white things), maybe even roof tiles.

ALL THIS AND MORE! Stay tuned…

P.S. Sébastien is MOCKING me. He has looked at my blog and burst into SNICKERING LAUGHTER and said, “All you ever talk about is chocolate!”

And I say, “Well, I am pretty sure that talking about chocolate on my blog makes the chocolate I buy tax deductible. I am ALMOST positive, and let’s not ask an accountant about it, okay?”

And then, when he looks puzzled, because they don’t seem to do the tax deductible thing in France and also finances are NOT his thing, what I do is, I PUT THE BLAME ON YOU.

I say, “Look at the comments! Twice as many comments for chocolate as for my lovely post on perfumeries in Grasse. It’s THEIR fault. They DRIVE me to it. I would absolutely not talk about chocolate otherwise. I would talk about Voltaire*** and Jean de la Fontaine and the European Enlightenment and, and…” And then I run out of ideas besides chocolate, but anyway…

My point is: You have been BLAMED. If you want to prove me wrong, I guess the only chance is in the comments on slate roof tiles. If THOSE beat out the chocolate story comments, we’ll have proved something about something, won’t we? I was going to say something about our moral fiber, but I’m not sure that’s what we’ll have proved.

***P.P.S. Voltaire drank 12 cups of chocolate a day, as you may know. Most of the European Enlightenment probably did, too; it was a chocolate heyday. So to get us through the next week:


A picture for Voltaire.

  • I’m thinking a change in world history might be a good thing…tell Sebastien one of your readers is just really simple minded and can’t handle talks about much more than chocolat! A moratoreum might send me to the sanatorium.
    Roof tiles? I could actually chat about that a little while. I really dig slate.
    Oh! I finally ordered your book…must go to the p.o. this a.m.

    June 25, 2007 at 8:26 am
  • Jill

    I have a husband who looks over my shoulder and snickers derisively at the very foibles he found endearing lo these many years ago during our courtship. Why aren’t they doing dishes or laundry or bringing over some chocolate snacks or something useful?

    June 25, 2007 at 8:51 am
  • You want us to demonstrate more interest in roof tiles than ichocolate? To impress your husband?

    Ummm… give me some time to think of something…

    June 25, 2007 at 8:51 am
  • My husband says I’m a blamer, that I blame everything on anyone other than me. Well, perhaps sometimes often maybe usually….but now here you are, blaming things on Paris and comments and so on, and instead of holding you up as an example: “Look, Husband, I am not the only one!” I instead claim you as a kindred spirit in blaming and chocolate. Yes, I typed the word. chocolatechocolatechocolate!!! Feel free to blame me! We blamers have to stick together, no?

    June 25, 2007 at 8:55 am
  • I have two lovely chocolate cosmos growing in my cutting garden this year. Deep, deep brown/burgundy and believe it or not, they smell like chocolate! There you are…flowers AND chocolate!
    PS My deepest sympathy on your loss.

    June 25, 2007 at 2:44 pm
  • Phyllis, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for giving it a try. 🙂

    Riverlark, thanks for joining us. You have pictures of some lovely books on your blog! I wish I had that sense of visual art. Maybe you will show photos of the chocolate cosmos? 🙂

    I am picking up on some chocolate pressure in these comments! Struggling…to…resist…

    June 26, 2007 at 9:48 am

Post a Comment