I love The Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn so I leapt at the chance to go to see the new exhibit Chocolate: The Exhibition with a couple girlfriends. I was hoping the exhibit might cover some of the science of chocolate and the effects on the human body, like a plastic brain with highlighted parts, but they stuck with the history of chocolate and the origins, etc…
I am still torn if chocolate is a trigger for me. After eliminating it for several years from my diet, I’ve been adding it back in with mixed results. Sometimes it bothers me. Sometimes, it doesn’t. The more expensive stuff seems to do the less damage.
At the end of exhibit, there was a large souvenir section with lots of chocolate. I ended up buying a stuffed monkey. Why were there stuffed monkeys for sale? Apparently, there are monkeys hanging around the cacao trees and they break open the pods open to get at the sweet gooey stuff inside. They throw the bitter chocolate beans to the ground. I named my new stuffed monkey “Chocolate.”
In addition, there was a Chocolate Café where you could indulge in chocolate treats on the spot. There was a chocolate fountain, a huge brownie slab plus cookies and cake. My friends all bought something. Worrying about my melon, I decided not to buy anything because the humidity, the cottonwood from the trees and finishing my pms zone were already dancing around in the inside of my head.
Then Satan spoke to me, or rather my friend, and she offered me one of her chocolate covered strawberries. It looked so good. I told myself it was a gamble, but I couldn’t resist. I ate one! Super Yummy!
Everything seemed fine until four hours later when my melon went Kapow!
So was it the chocolate? Was it the humidity, the cottonwood or PMS? What about the combination of everything? On the other hand, was it perhaps the fact that my melon just likes to go Kapow! Why does having migraines have to be so darn complicated?
At least, I had my new stuffed monkey to comfort me!