At first I was furious when I realized that the five chocolate bars I'd stored on top of the microwave had been melted beyond recognition. But then, after a brief search on the Internet, I realized that the chocolate flood flowing over the side of my kitchen appliance could be converted into incredible deliciousness. As it happens, after just a brief few-minute search, I discovered a recipe for a volcanic fudge cake that brought me to heights of excitement beyond my wildest culinary dreams. Taking the molten chocolate and unwrapping it and tossing it into a massive stainless steel mixing bowl, I begin my work. I added other components of the recipe, popped it into a pan, threw it into the oven and in not too many minutes time, had the lava cake, the wonderfully gooey molten chocolate lava cake of my dreams. And yet, there was a problem. It had been 274 days since I had had a chocolate dessert of any kind. I had lost weight, met a wonderful woman, and had new friends and acquaintances due to my news svelte shape. Now, I was faced with tasting, no, devouring an entire, incredible chocolate dessert! My crisis of conscience and fear over what my life would become after abandoning my life of dietary abstinence filled me with fear.

And yet, and yet... Life is so short, I thought. The circumstances that led to this chocolate creation were so serendipitous, they seemed meant to be! I got a big tablespoon out of the drawer and in moments was spooning molten gooey chocolate goodness into my mouth, spoonful by spoonful. Delight endured, crisis… Averted.