A life by chocolate entails finding sweetness in the light and dark. Moreso, it's about addiction to cocoa. An insatiable sweet tooth doesn't hurt. Well, not until the yucky tartar buildup and stuff. To the point, I strive to entertain with topics such as the utter hilarity and cuteness of children; the challenges of dating, my related rationale for celibacy; and chocolate as a precious remedy for it all. Thanks for sampling Life by Chocolate. I hope you keep coming back for more.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Mint Chocolate Matzah, The Latest in Chocolate: Happy Passover!

I received this from a friend yesterday, and I thought you'd like it. 


 It's Passover, time to celebrate our many freedoms. Rich traditions and delicious foods make this holiday a favorite of Jews and non-Jews alike.
Ever try chocolate covered matzah?
We eat the Matzah cracker during Passover. Generally, Matzah is flavorless.

But Osem's Israeli Mint Chocolate Covered Matzah....oy vey, it's so good, I'm telling you. This you should eat, eat and eat some more! The mint is prominent and blends nicely with the chocolate. Mint's good about doing that. The matzah adds a necessary crunch factor. Furthermore, this matzah is extra holy, kosher for Passover, and --by my estimation-- essential in order to experience the sweetness of freedom. Matzah is generally pricy compared to - say - Saltines, because of all that's involved in its preparation. This matzah is no exception, though it's worth the five dollars I paid for a box of five large pieces/servings. I found it at Safeway.

I give Osem's Chocolate Mint Israeli Matzah a 10 out of 10. [I'm a bit scared of docking it and thus needing to answer to a Higher Authority.]
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I can't think of an appropriate transition from the subject of Passover to my uterus, so I'll just make the leap. Last year at this time, I had a major health scare that necessitated a full hysterectomy. My semi-humorous piece about the process is in competition. I HATE asking favors; you're all swamped. But the winner gets money. I like money. So if you'd kindly "like" my article by clicking the facebook icon under it HERE, you'll increase my chances of winning. Comments help too, but I'm just needing more "likes" right now. Thanks so much!

Happy Passover, Springtime, and almost-Easter.
Appreciate your freedoms and, perhaps, chocolate mint covered matzah.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Celibacy Reason #297: My Date with Butte County Assessor Wannabe's Campaign Manager


That pimple’s the size of Mt. Whitney, I thought, as I tried not to stare at my date’s forehead. How did things go so wrong? His ad boasts a “heart of gold,” and our discourse was fun.

We’d only been sitting there for a minute or two, when the waitress brought my chocolate chip pancakes and chocolate chai tea. He’d paid. Thankfully.

“I’m managing his campaign,” my date said, chowing down on french toast. “I always give them great deals. I collect my salary after they win,” he continued. “I got 90,000 after one campaign and now she won’t even talk to me. Local politicians are calling me all morning to find out my secrets. They want me to work for them...”

He spoke in a tone of fast paced, matter of fact arrogance. I sipped my tea and poured more syrup on my pancakes. “So you don’t care if their politics are opposite yours?” I interrupted.

He reiterated that he earned 90,000 from one campaign. My date then picked up his phone. He tapped on its face with his fingertips, studied it endearingly, lovingly, almost lustfully even. He very gently placed it face down on the table in front of him.

“You have somewhere to be?” I asked, devouring my pancakes.

He informed that his boss, who’s running for ASSessor (of BUTTe county), dropped him off. The guy’s six minutes away and will be picking him up. He handled his phone again, eyed it, and then carefully turned it over on the coffee table face down once more. I watched him pat it affectionately, as I gulped down some tea. 

“He’s a good guy,” he spewed. “But I told him he’s going to change. They always do. He said, ‘No I’m not going to change.’ I know how it goes. I’ve been doing this for years.”

Then, my date grabbed his phone from the table and looked at it, saying to me, “Well, it was great seeing you again.”

What the hell? You never saw me before. In fact, you studied your phone more than me. That’s three times now in the last 20 minutes! You’re kicking me out? I haven’t finished my chocolate chai tea, and there’s some lick-worthy syrup left on my plate, rudeASSessor guy!
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Kicked out by a pimple faced haughty campaign manager [for a Butte County Assessor candidate], who’s having a love affair with his phone, I now urge all locals to get out and vote for anyone running against the politician he represents. And try the chocolate chip pancakes at Beatniks on 32nd. They’re delicious.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Happily Ever After, New Bride


me, 7.1.01. photo by Rudi Halbright

For the sake of Gary Pennick's well-being, I'm (re)posting a short one.
To all A-Zers, I hope you get/got a well-deserved rejuvenating break on Sunday.
Have a great week, all!
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Happily Ever After


"As wonderful as things are at this moment," Rabbi Wyse promised, "it will get even better, better than you could ever imagine."


Touched by these words, I stood teary-eyed with my new husband, an expansive rainbow colored stained glass window accentuating our loving aura. It was indeed a magical day, and a delectable future beckoned entry.


The months and years to follow, though? Not so much. Okay, when does this happily ever after thing kick in? I wondered, as life plummeted into a miserable abyss. How could a man of the cloth be so off base?


More recently, however, I learned the wisdom behind those words. The Rabbi was right, after all. It would get even better than I ever dreamed it could be. I just didn't realize it would take so long after the marriage, and the divorce, to find my happily ever after.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Lady Gaga Visits Life by Chocolate! IWSG


First Wed of Every Month     
To all my friends doing both the A-Z Challenge AND the IWSG, I applaud you. I'm also honored that you've stopped by. Thank you, and thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh for keeping this tradition alive. As you all know by now, the IWSG is Alex's brainchild. It provides a space for revealing writer-ly insecurities, supporting each other, and -in my case- interviewing some of the brightest, dimmest and weirdest of celebrities.

Ladies and Gentleman, today, I present a woman who shot straight to international musical fame five years ago, adding an indescribably unique flavor, audacity and bacon attire. Let's give it up for Lady Gaga! The crowd roars. The curtains part, and a band of oompa loompas marches across the stage singing their theme song. Oompa Loompa Doobidy Di...Then two short, chubby men trudge onto the stage carrying a large animal cage, in which rests a costumed Gaga.As the men approach center stage, we recognize them as Danny DeVito and Jason Alexander (aka George Costanza); we just don't know which is which. 

Lady Gaga is dressed as a platypus skeleton. We know this because of the big graphic that McCaulay Culkin holds up to the audience before flashing Robyn his middle finger. Danny and Jason set the caged Gaga down. They scurry away to catch up with the oompa loompas for dwarf  tossing games.

http://www.platypus.org.uk/facts/det-des-body.gif
blue = Robyn
bolded black = actual Gaga quotes, according to buzzfeed.com

Robyn stares for a moment, studying Gaga's epipubic bones. She shouts at the cage. Hi, Lady! Yeah, um, I like your epipubic bone and girdle and horny grinding pads! Cool stuff!

Lady Gaga: It's art, b*tch! Art!


Robyn: Yeah. Some say Uranus is art. And I did a little research. You're actually a lot more brilliant and talented than I thought. I mean, you played piano by age four and got into Juilliard by eleven. Not bad. Why the need to dress as a platypus and weird sh*t like that?

Lady Gaga: I don't know what you mean. This is who the f*ck I am!

Robyn: Okay. Hey, no problem or hard feelings, Gags. Say, do you have any advice for insecure writers? You've written a lot of books. And you don't seem insecure in the slightest.

Lady Gaga: Yes. She takes a thoughtful breath and looks through the cage walls into the camera, with sincerity. Don't be insecure if your heart is pure. She takes another thoughtful breath and speaks more slowly this time. You have to be unique, and different, and shine in your own way.

Robyn: I like that. I've also read, though, that while you claim to be all humanitarian and stuff, you're not a charitable person by any means. What do you have to say to that?

Lady Gaga: Ignore all hatred and criticism. Live for what you create and die protecting it.

Robyn: That's really profound. I like it. Pretty good for a pus. Robyn chuckles, amused by herself. 

Gaga rolls her eyes. Get me out of this damn thing, would ya?

Robyn: Sure thing. Robyn swings open the cage door, and Gaga crawls out with her skeleton platypus costume still on and intact. Gaga stands up and offers Robyn a half-smile. 

Robyn looks at the camera. Thank you for coming to today's show, everybody.

She turns to Gaga. Do horny grinding pads really work? 

Gaga nods "yes" and the two appear to engage in friendly banter as they walk off the stage.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

Tornado Terror, Sundays in My City

Unknown Mami's Sundays in My City offers a wonderfully scenic way to learn about bloggers' hometowns across the globe. I jump aboard sporadically.

Thanks for braving it with me for this one...Terror frazzled the greater far Northern region of California yesterday evening, when news broke of a series of funnel clouds threatening fierce tornadoes that would devastate parts of Butte (my county), Glenn and Tehama Counties.  We were advised: "Go inside!"


Photo courtesy of Wayne Riser,source


My local friends posted facebook updates like these:
  • "The family and I are all in the laundry room. Hope everyone else is safe." 
I suppose it's good to have clean clothes should the tornado hit. I responded gratefully, but only because his post reminded me that I needed to scurry to my washer; I'd left my clothes in there for hours.
  • A friend's toddler ran through the house, screaming in fear over the looming "tomatoes!" 
I couldn't help but post a link on her page for the Attack of the Killer Tomatoes Theme Song. 
Tell me you remember this one too.
  •  Yet another friend posted a photo of her "prepared" children huddled together on the couch, wearing  bike helmets.
Because it's smart to bike into a tornado. (?)

The point is, we're wimps (in California)!
There was no damage. Today, things look like this:

Thanks for visiting.
 I hope you're safe, warm, and enjoying signs of spring.

PS To all my friends doing the A-Z Challenge, good luck and have fun. I'll be visiting and cheering you on.