NOW FOR SOME SWEET (and SOUR! ) TALK April was particularly lovely that year and my husband Ed and I had one last week in the Florida sunshine before leaving for our home in New Jersey. Four nights before we left, however, I woke up and started itching . Oh, my neck, my neck . . ….
Rooted within my DNA is a thriving, chocolate-coded gene. Propelled from the distant past by ancestral kinfolk, its genetic pattern becomes operational at birth and overflows with chocolate as instructed. How else to explain my intense devotion to this velvety delight? I need a daily fix, and am not choosy: milk chocolate, dark, white, or bittersweet…