I am a Snickers

I've let go of most of my vices. I've nearly eliminated sugar and bad carbs (goodbye, Pringles!), I haven't smoked in 12 years, and "having a drink" now means I nurse one beer for 3 hours until it goes all warm and skunky, and then I pour it down the drain.

But I do have one vice. One tremendous, wonderful, silky vice, one which gives me a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and bliss.

Chocolate.

Oh, lovely brown confection, how I adore you! How I love to let you melt on my tongue, all milky sweet, or dark and warming, and how my very core vibrates at your sugary goodness! (Yes, I've given it up...at least temporarily...until the scales don't scream "Git off!" at me...but that doesn't mean I can't dream about it.)

If, like me, the sight of a lovely slab of chocolate sends you a-droolin', you have to check out this magazine..."Chocolatier". It's just full...and I mean FULL...of recipes and photos that will send you running for the candy machine to buy a Hershey bar, or to the cupboard to shake it down for all the cocoa products it's hiding in there. Seriously addicting. Seriously good.

Excuse me while I placate my taste buds with sugar-free hot chocolate...hey, it works for me.

WAH.

"Premiere" magazine has ceased publication. It was the only real movie magazine with any heart, soul, or cojones. I'm diggin' a huge hole of "sigh" for it's demise.

RIP, my lovely.

Entertain Me!