Chocolate Dream

Chocolate Dream

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  1. I dream about exploring strange alien worlds and battling the ferocious inhabitants, of fighting off commies on a failed attempt to invade the United States of America, of straight-arming Tom Cruise into a cervical collar while rushing for the winning touch down in the Super Bowl, of flying over Los Angeles without the aid of any conveyance while occasionally swooping down to buy a burrito from a taco truck speeding down the 405 freeway (like that ever happens).


    My wife dreams about chocolate. Not a dream of being in the Land of Chocolate, like Homer Simpson on at least three episodes of the cartoon; just dreams of sitting in some nondescript place and eating one of those giant Hershey bars.

    Obviously, she is the stable element of our lasting relationship. This is why I never touch the check book or make purchases with anything other than cash.

    She isn’t much of a drinker, so to entice her to imbibe on hard liquor I have to appeal to her sweet tooth; and nothing does that better than chocolate. Because she likes to sip and prefers to drink cold water with the slight lingering taste of chocolate over grimacing through a strong but warm cocktail, I always serve this in a tumbler glass.


    Here’s what you do:

    • Fill a rocks glass with ice cubes and add
    • 1 oz. dark crème de cacao
    • 1/2 oz. Amaretto
    • 1 1/2 oz. vodka
    • Float heavy cream on top
    • Garnish with chocolate (which sounds easier to do than it is)

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