On A Saturday
On a Saturday, late afternoon, I felt an unsuspected desire. It just overcame me. Suddenly. Without any warning. I felt a desire for something sweet, for something that would immediately fill my stomach with warmth and my mouth with pleasure. The only thing that hindered me from satisfying myself was that I didn’t know what I wanted. So I, as casual as possible, to neither attract the attention from my parents nor my little brother, I strolled through the rooms of our house. Luckily everybody was wherever they had to stay for a very long time. While my father was talking on the phone, apparently upset with somebody, my mother was in the study room skyping with someone, laughing out loud once in a while. My brother was washing the car as a punishment for not being quiet inside of it. After walking by my father, who barely noticed me, and my mother, who simply closed the door, so I did not disturb her, and my brother, who I naturally picked on, I already had checked three rooms for my desirable satisfaction: The bedrooms, the garage, and the study room. As I opened the glass door to our living room, I became a spectator of the probably most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. Red and orange, the last colors of the sun cut through the winter clouds, which seemed as if they had just opened to give a boy a small glance at the wonders of nature. So I sat on the black leather couch, for the first time in a long period without turning on the TV. I simply stood there and watched as the light gave the snow in our garden an unnatural glow, as if an invisible lamp was under the snow. The sky itself became darker and darker, with the winter clouds blocking the last little light, like doors, shutting up heaven. As it then even began to snow, the world outside became an unpleasant, impenetrable gray mass. I reached for the TV remote control, planning to spend my evening by sitting on the couch, watching the TV but not watching at all, without ever satisfying the desire I still felt. But where the remote control was supposed to be, I instead found It: The satisfaction. What I searched for so long.
On our dark brown mahogany desk was It. In a violet wrapping. It looked as if it just longed for me to stare and to eat it. The wrapping was rather simple: From the right an elegant, river-like hook, braided with light, violet stripes that ended in a sign, that assured, It was made of milk, 100% from the alps. Above it a violet cow, standing on grass the same color, which grew in front of mountains, colored in, what a surprise, violet. The hook from before was created by a very special object. This object, inside a ring of perfect beige colored hazel nuts, was the exact copy of what awaited me in the wrapping. A lush brown, surrounding the before described nuts, that were now fixed in the thin layers of It. I reached for it and felt the cool, smooth wrapping. I turned it over, ignoring all the nutritional information, and touched the opening. There I waited for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. I opened it. The soft sound of the plastic ungluing, and the first bits of brown that showed through the white inside. The concentrated smell, that was created by being enclosed for hours, waiting for me to eat It. It told me everything I needed to know, even before I took even a little bite out of It. The fruit cocoa It was made of, which smelled of warmth, and far away rain forests. It smelled of milk that came extra from the cows, from the Alps, where they had only eaten the freshest grass, and the cleanest water, to produce the best possible milk. I smelled and smelled and could not get enough of that scent. As I am a very impatient person, and I usually cannot enjoy such moments very well, I soon did the inevitable. I broke a piece of it, which made only the tiniest sound, only a little “Crack”, as if breaking wet clay, and ate it.
It was like biting into happiness itself. While my teeth were cutting through the cool bar, my tongue wrapped itself around the piece and started melting it, to reveal its true and full taste. You know, I have a very special way of eating candy in general. I tend to suck and not bite, as I, even though I said before that I am a very impatient person, love to prolong the moment where I would not have anything left in my mouth. But back to the moment. For a little moment I did not feel anything. But then, an explosion of sensations. First a massive sweetness, like I had just bitten into a large ball of caramelized sugar. The amount needed to make such a ball, was probably not much less, than what was in It (By the taste I thought that I was not even that far off). But then, slowly and very discreet, a touch of bitterness, which must have come from the cocoa, neutralized the over-sweetness, and, by doing so, made it pleasant to eat It again. At this point, It was just correctly balanced between sweet and bitter. But I forgot the nuts. They were like little balls floating around my mouth that I could suck and suck at, but who would not dissolve under any circumstance. So I bit down, shattering them into a million pieces, that gave my tongue an even harder time to identify all the different tastes that were created before. I could even taste the milk, which was originally only was supposed to improve the taste, the minimal amount of vanilla, that was needed to not only make It sugary sweet, but give It an even more complicated taste. As I sucked on and on, my mouth soon was full with a molten, sweet mass. I had come to the climax of taste, to the absolute highlight, where cocoa, milk, sugar, vanilla and hazel nuts all came together on my already worn out tongue. When I swallowed this mixture, It went down my throat like a warm smoothie. Pleasant warmth slowly started to spread all around my body, starting from the stomach. When then even the tips of my fingers were warm, I knew that I found what I had longed for. A bite of chocolate.
Epilogue:
“What are you eating there?”
“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme too! Mom, why does he get chocolate without asking? Moooom!!”
“OK, young man, give your brother some chocolate. Now!!”
“But it’s my chocolate, he already ate his…”
“Now, I said!!”
“Ok,ok…”
Now this happens when you are too loud with your chocolate paper. My brother must have known what I was up to, and followed me. When he heard the crackle of the wrapping, he storm in at a speed that he usually would not allow his 90-pound body under any circumstances. And after I did not want to give him his “fair” share, how my mother later told me, he started shouting, which immediately alarmed my mom. Plus, I got grounded for interrupting the oh-so-important call of auntie what’s-her-name, who only calls once a year, for Christmas, and even then a few days too late. So my tip for you in the future: Always search yourself a quiet place for eating chocolate. They are everywhere!
On our dark brown mahogany desk was It. In a violet wrapping. It looked as if it just longed for me to stare and to eat it. The wrapping was rather simple: From the right an elegant, river-like hook, braided with light, violet stripes that ended in a sign, that assured, It was made of milk, 100% from the alps. Above it a violet cow, standing on grass the same color, which grew in front of mountains, colored in, what a surprise, violet. The hook from before was created by a very special object. This object, inside a ring of perfect beige colored hazel nuts, was the exact copy of what awaited me in the wrapping. A lush brown, surrounding the before described nuts, that were now fixed in the thin layers of It. I reached for it and felt the cool, smooth wrapping. I turned it over, ignoring all the nutritional information, and touched the opening. There I waited for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. I opened it. The soft sound of the plastic ungluing, and the first bits of brown that showed through the white inside. The concentrated smell, that was created by being enclosed for hours, waiting for me to eat It. It told me everything I needed to know, even before I took even a little bite out of It. The fruit cocoa It was made of, which smelled of warmth, and far away rain forests. It smelled of milk that came extra from the cows, from the Alps, where they had only eaten the freshest grass, and the cleanest water, to produce the best possible milk. I smelled and smelled and could not get enough of that scent. As I am a very impatient person, and I usually cannot enjoy such moments very well, I soon did the inevitable. I broke a piece of it, which made only the tiniest sound, only a little “Crack”, as if breaking wet clay, and ate it.
It was like biting into happiness itself. While my teeth were cutting through the cool bar, my tongue wrapped itself around the piece and started melting it, to reveal its true and full taste. You know, I have a very special way of eating candy in general. I tend to suck and not bite, as I, even though I said before that I am a very impatient person, love to prolong the moment where I would not have anything left in my mouth. But back to the moment. For a little moment I did not feel anything. But then, an explosion of sensations. First a massive sweetness, like I had just bitten into a large ball of caramelized sugar. The amount needed to make such a ball, was probably not much less, than what was in It (By the taste I thought that I was not even that far off). But then, slowly and very discreet, a touch of bitterness, which must have come from the cocoa, neutralized the over-sweetness, and, by doing so, made it pleasant to eat It again. At this point, It was just correctly balanced between sweet and bitter. But I forgot the nuts. They were like little balls floating around my mouth that I could suck and suck at, but who would not dissolve under any circumstance. So I bit down, shattering them into a million pieces, that gave my tongue an even harder time to identify all the different tastes that were created before. I could even taste the milk, which was originally only was supposed to improve the taste, the minimal amount of vanilla, that was needed to not only make It sugary sweet, but give It an even more complicated taste. As I sucked on and on, my mouth soon was full with a molten, sweet mass. I had come to the climax of taste, to the absolute highlight, where cocoa, milk, sugar, vanilla and hazel nuts all came together on my already worn out tongue. When I swallowed this mixture, It went down my throat like a warm smoothie. Pleasant warmth slowly started to spread all around my body, starting from the stomach. When then even the tips of my fingers were warm, I knew that I found what I had longed for. A bite of chocolate.
Epilogue:
“What are you eating there?”
“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme too! Mom, why does he get chocolate without asking? Moooom!!”
“OK, young man, give your brother some chocolate. Now!!”
“But it’s my chocolate, he already ate his…”
“Now, I said!!”
“Ok,ok…”
Now this happens when you are too loud with your chocolate paper. My brother must have known what I was up to, and followed me. When he heard the crackle of the wrapping, he storm in at a speed that he usually would not allow his 90-pound body under any circumstances. And after I did not want to give him his “fair” share, how my mother later told me, he started shouting, which immediately alarmed my mom. Plus, I got grounded for interrupting the oh-so-important call of auntie what’s-her-name, who only calls once a year, for Christmas, and even then a few days too late. So my tip for you in the future: Always search yourself a quiet place for eating chocolate. They are everywhere!