Smoke may get in your eyes but chocolate gets into your soul. My soul has appetites so there is always chocolate in the store cupboard lest my soul should go hungry. A small pile of thin, flat slabs of intense chocolate wait patiently in the darkness of the cupboard. Sometimes I peel back the shiny foil and snap off a small square to enjoy with a glass of red wine. As the chocolate melts on my tongue it brings to mind the pleasure of dipping into a soft mass of dark, molten sweetness. Nothing bad can come out that, now can it?