I received a treat on Saturday.
Luscious bits of cocoa infused with cardamom, curry, and pimient d'Espelette.
I had actually ordered these back in December, supposedly for making some hot chocolate. But I had completely forgotten them, forgotten that they were backordered, forgotten what my intention had been. But for now they are an welcome treat. One small chocolate bauble is enough to satisfy that late afternoon chocolate craving, or to provide a comforting indulgence when I am mentally beating myself up for pushing too hard and doing too much. As if constant sciatic pain and numbness is not enough punishment; self-blame and recriminations not only do not help, but probably hinder the entire process of healing. Savoring a small bit of chocolate interrupts my my all too human focus on blame and punishment and lets me instead focus on the pleasures of the moment.
