Chocolate plunge into gluttony | Opinion



Welcome to the sweet corn season followed by sugar cane.

These are fun-sized chocolate bars followed by weeks of homemade fudge and peanut butter grinders.

The aromas of sugar, butter and vanilla are the main food groups, mixed with a good dose of nuts and rich caramel.

How about an IV of canned milk to supplement the toxic overload?


I love Halloween.

SweeTarts and Snickers are a welcome flavor combination reminiscent of elementary parties and sixth grade bike rides.

Who hasn’t brought their stash of candy for a swap with friends?

I was always ready to give sweet corn.

BLA bla!

Although I was savoring the sugary sweetness, the color combination of the candies turned my stomach to the side.

The nuances of autumn do not always translate into the mouth.


Chocolate and peanut butter, now that’s another story.

Back in the days when I had the metabolism of a hummingbird, my dinner often consisted of a six-cup pack of Reese, each covered with two to three tablespoons of peanut butter.

The crowning glory would be a giant glass of whole milk.

Yes, it’s true. Whole milk.

Good things.

Not low in fat.

Not 2%.

Not a bean or other concoction filtered and drained to resemble the sheer, shiny goodness that comes from the udder of a dairy cow.

These impostors are devil’s juice – health is behind the wholesomeness of my childhood dinner glasses.


Halloween should be a time for indulgence. Just like Christmas.

It’s sweetness, sugar and decadence wrapped in a cocoon of Mom cookies.

In between, we have the most decadent of dinners – Thanksgiving.

Who can resist this feast of a giant, juicy bird with all the fixins?

Carbohydrates, starches and proteins, oh my god!

My Thanksgiving dinner always comes with two extra packets of four-stick butter.

I maintain that the mashed potatoes are only complete if the top of the bowl is covered with a half inch of melted silt.

Buns, too, require a lot of extra butter, like all the vegetable side dishes on the table.

It is a season of celebration.

I celebrate by clogging my arteries.


My brain tells me I should be on a diet.

Celery on caramel.

Carrots before caramel.

Fill up on vegetables with just a very modest portion of meat.

Eat a lot of lettuce. And tomatoes.

Avoid the ranch dressing.

I told my brain to take a hike.

I understand that eating healthy is important, but complacency is also vital.


Chocolate is my childhood. Memories of mom as we molded peanut butter balls and dipped them in chocolate.

I remember our candy days before Christmas when the kitchen was transformed into a gooey goodness factory at home.

There was no spinach on the recipe cards, nor a low-fat sugar alternative.

We lived. We like. We cooked.

And it’s a season of wealth.

January will arrive soon enough.

– Samantha Perry is editor-in-chief of the Bluefield Daily Telegraph. Contact her at [email protected] Follow her @BDTPerry.


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