A Fiend in Need is a Fiend, Indeed

How would you describe the sound that tin foil makes as it is being unwrapped? The type that I hear is the thinnest of foils containing some unknown delicious treat. Would that sound be a crackle, or perhaps a tinkling, announcing that someone is indulging in a weakness of probable little nutritional value? As Valentine's Day draws closer, candy companies are given yet another reason to celebrate, and I find myself magnetically drawn to those shiny wrappings; needing to discover the hidden chocolates inside and reacquaint myself with each flavor.

One particular weakness of mine, which I will divulge even though I'm sure I'll get critiqued about it, would be heart-shaped boxes of chocolate. From Russell Stover to Jean-Philippe, I can't discriminate when it comes to the tiny squares of yet to be discovered tastes and textures. Saturday night comes to mind, when Jeremy and I went to the movies after dinner. Unknown to him I had made a trip beforehand, down the street to Walgreen's where I picked up some "dessert". Out of my purse came the box, wrapped in foil and containing a random assortment of creams and caramels covered in milk chocolate. He couldn't help himself, he dove in right along with me.

And now I sit in this quiet office, listening to someone as they have a small snack of what could only be chocolate. Or, perhaps it's just a mouse nibbling away on his own mid-day meal.