I am not, nor have I ever been, a sweets person. For the most part, chocolate does absolutely nothing for me, although I do have an affinity for Vosges milk chocolate bar with smoked bacon. Because, you know, it's BACON. But you could pretty much shove a box of chocolates, a bowl of candy or a wedge of truck-stop chocolate cake under my nose and my nostrils would flare in utter disdain.
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Of course, there are exceptions to every rule, and there have been times when I've been known to inhale, unexpectedly, your random dessert. Like the chocolate chip cannoli in the above pic. And, yeah, okay, I admit it: It was ridiculously delicious.
And, yeah, I'm completely hip to the fact that my ass now has five more inches of padding because of it, but at the time it seemed like a perfectly rational thing to do. Eat it all, that is. In any case, if you want what I had (and trust me, you do), then you'll need to nail down its origin.
Let the guessing begin.