Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I would walk 1,200 miles...for chocolate?


I was never a really big chocolate person (choco-holic?) until I had my daughter. I could take it or leave it, but being pregnant must have tripped something in my circuits. These days, I'm a bigger fan, but not in that "I'm going to kill someone if they don't give me chocolate NOW!!!" kind of way. (Those people scare me almost as much as crack addicts).

Americans apparently have a very long love affair with chocolate. Recently discovered artifacts conclude that ancient Americans in the New Mexico region were known to walk up to 1,200 miles to get chocolate (or cacoa) from Central America as early as 1000 BCE.

Wow. Would you walk that far for a Hershey Bar?

As one archeologist put it: "That's a long way to go for something that you don't need for survival, [something] that's more of a delicacy."

I have no idea why I find this fascinating, I just do. Maybe I'm craving Valentine's candy or chocolate Easter Bunnies early this year.

7 comments:

Sharon Day said...

Nope--I'd walk 1201 miles!

kcmeesha said...

...but not for a Hershey Bar, I don't think they contain any chocolate anymore.

Kansas Sity Sinic said...

I remember my mom always looovveed chocolate when I was younger. Remember those Kathy comics?

I'm pretty sure we had about 9 "Kathy" cholocate-esque magnets on our fridge.

I like chocolate, but I could take it or leave it too.

FletcherDodge said...

Wow. 1200 miles for a cacoa bean? I wonder what they'd do for a Klondike Bar.

MoxieMamaKC said...

Ha Ha! Emaw, you just made me crack up! Very good point, I'm not sure I want to know the answer!

Julie Ferguson said...

I wondered over and saw your title about chocolate and had to read it. I'm a chocolate lover and would need to walk the 1200 miles especially after eating it, lol. Well, I'm not that bad but I like to have it now and then....Julie

Stacey K said...

want to hear something that totally sucks?

My youngest would walk 1200 miles for chocolate. She loves it that much.

We found out a couple of years ago that she's also allergic to it.

How sucky is that?