Chocolate

At work today we had a visit from our district manager, so our office manager made a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting. She was serving up generous squares of it when I walked into the break room at 9:30 a.m. and said, "Hey there, Miss Jean! Do you eat chocolate?"

I said, "Mae, Mae, Mae. Do I eat chocolate? Is the Pope Catholic?"

Apparently she'd never heard that saying before. I love it when I can get a laugh with old material. (Where I used to live in New England, that saying was so old it didn't get a rise out of anyone. Instead of invoking the Pope, people would say, "Does a bear go ca-ca in the woods?")

Speaking of old sayings. When asked her preference, my mom's dear friend Dorothy used to say, "Any color as long as it's blue. Any flavor as long as it's chocolate."

There are lots of sayings about chocolate, but I can't think of a better, more succinct one than that. Unfortunately, you can't read the saying in this photo very well because of the flash (I believe I've mentioned before what a terrible photographer I am), but you get the general idea, anyway.

This post is hereby dedicated to Dorothy Bailey Smith. Rest in peace, Dorothy, and thanks again for teaching me to slather butter on Danish pastry.