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,… Describe your dream chocolate bar.