The Cure

I feel weak and out of sorts.
Maybe it’s the winter wind that haunts the nearby trees?
It moves me to desperation.
Something lacking in my snacking?
And out of desperation
I eat chocolate cake.

Modern science knows only a little about its healing properties.
But long-gone astrologers will tell you of its potential.
The Aztecs believed that cacao seeds were the gift of Quetzalcoatl.
Dutch mystics rendered it into cacao butter and added sugar. 
And wonderbaar!
It’s probably why people often say “Oh, my god!”
After a forkful of German chocolate cake.

Chocolate is often part of holy day rituals.
Ever nibble the ears of a chocolate bunny?
Or eat the gold foil wrapped coins of Hanukkah money?
Show me the gelt!

The Swiss also belong in the pantheon of chocolate deities.
Nothing neutral about that flavor.
Lob sei, Toblerone!

I’m hoping that the cake will return me back to “in sorts.”
A culinary cure of sorts.
Meanwhile, what would really be good with chocolate cake
Is a scoop of ice cream.
“What flavor,” you say?
Come on now…