All I really need is love, but a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt.
Lucy van Pelt
A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.
What do money and chocolate have in common?
Yearning—that’s what. For some of us, a great one. That of Ms. Austen’s might take some doing, but Lucy’s? Maybe, you’ll find it as close as your pantry, or for something a bit more fancy like mousse or ice cream, your refrigerator. We’re referring to chocolate, of course. But, maybe, love, too, if you’re not picky and your love is encompassing.
My own preference for chocolate is of the dark, somewhat bitter kind. But I also want it mostly soft, rather than brittle; spiced with some hot pepper; and layered and complex, like a truffle of ganache enrobed in crackly tempered chocolate.
Could we say all those things about a large income?
Oh, yeah, it can buy you that kind of chocolate. But it can’t buy you love. Not always, anyway.
Being a realist, I’ll take chocolate anytime.