Although I am slightly different and yet somewhat normal, like poutine* with butter chicken instead of brown gravy(deliciousness I tell you, sheer deliciousness!), I am sad to note that I am just not exotic enough to be curry. This saddens my heart greatly as curry is one of the best things in life. Dear curry(and other Indian food), I love you. Yes, I made beef korma with spiced basmati rice for dinner. Yes, it was delicious.
Chocolate is also one of my great loves. And the more I thought of it, the more I seem to resemble dark chocolate. I can be a little bitter, a little dark at time. I'm not always what is expected. I like my chocolate paired with interesting things, like chili peppers, rose peppercorns or salt. (At this point I got distracted and started drooling over these. Unfortunately my husband had already left work so I couldn't ask him to buy cream so I could make them. There is always tomorrow. *grins*) Dark chocolate is best enjoyed in small doses as am I, as sometimes I can be a bit much. It melts easily, and adds flavour to many dishes from sweet(aforementioned brownies) to savoury(mole sauce).
For many years, I was not a fan of dark chocolate. But I was curious so I tried it. I wasn't immediately convinced, but the more I tried it, the more I liked it. Now, I'd almost rather have dark chocolate than milk unless it is milk chocolate with hot masala. If I had to choose, that would be a very close call.
My relationship with my husband began much the same. He wasn't interested in me, at least not romantically. But he was curious about this young single mom attending Bible study with a baby on her hip. He started talking to me(well, to the baby at first). We became friends and well, he wasn't always sure what to think. The more time passed, the more he decided that he really liked me and that just like dark chocolate is now my favourite, so that young lady became his favourite. He still likes me. :)
My life is not unicorns, butterflies and soft kitty cats although it is filled with "Soft Kitty" sing-alongs. Some parts are dark and bitter, others are sweet or just different, but my life, is filled with deep richness even in the harder, darker times just like dark chocolate. And that, I think, is okay.
Hoping I didn't make you too hungry, I join with Imperfect Prose