Describe your dream chocolate bar.

At 56, my wallet isn’t the only thing keeping me from my favorite chocolate bar. My family geneslaced with generous helpings of diabetes, high cholesterol, and fatty liverhave put a strict “no indulgence” sign on my cravings. But that doesn’t stop my mind from wandering to those decadent treats now and then. You know the kind: studded with crunchy nuts on top, hiding a gooey, melt-in-your-mouth center. The ones that start with a satisfying snap and end with you fishing bits from your teeth for hours. Pure bliss.

Chocolates are time machines. One bite, and I’m a kid againcarefree, with no bills, no doctor’s appointments, just the joy of sneaking an extra piece from the pantry. Those creamy, nutty bars were my childhood heroes, each bite a tiny rebellion against bedtime or chores.

Of course, the world now offers “healthy” chocolates for folks like me. I tried one oncea dark, bitter square that felt like a donkey kick to the chest. No thanks. If I’m going to cheat on my health, I’m sticking to my beloved nutty, creamy classics. They’re rare treats now, but when I do indulge, it’s like a warm hug from my younger self.