Generally speaking, I’m not a big fan of sweets. I don’t get too excited over seeing flourless chocolate torte on a menu or ice cream dripping in chocolate sauce at a birthday party. I could actually live a life without chocolate at all, much to the dismay of at least one of my friends. She loves the stuff and often offers me a bite. When I give her the look saying I’m not interested she remembers, again, that I don’t eat it.
Shocked all over again, she’ll say, “Right, Savage. I forgot. That’s just crazy that you don’t eat chocolate!”
Let me say from the outset that my body is not a temple. I don’t not eat sweets because of some diet or attempt at watching my girlish figure. That went out the window a long time ago. And besides, if that were the case, I’d have to stop eating a whole raft of other food that I do love: onion rings, fried squash, bacon. We southerners can dip in batter and fry up almost anything so when I think of decadence it often involves a quart of oil and a fry daddy. <Read More>