I was a little stinker when I was a toddler. Always getting into things. My mom would tell me no don’t eat this and I'd eat it anyway. So she began putting things she didn’t want me to eat way up high in the highest cupboards. Like dry dog food. Yep. I was desperate to have it. So I learned to build these elaborate stairstep edifices out of chairs, phonebooks, footstools -- anything I could build with and stand on so I could reach my goal.
The day came when my mom brought home what to my toddler eyes was yummy, luscious chocolate. No, she told me, it's not! It's diet candy and you can't have it! Up it went to the cupboard over the fridge. The gauntlet had been thrown.
As soon as she went to watch her "Edge of Night" soap opera, carefully, skillfully, tenaciously I constructed my tower of Babel. Huzzah! I had reached my goal! I voraciously wolfed down as many pieces as I could fit in my mouth. YUCK!!! What is this???!!! Up it came and that was the end of that. Too bad I couldn’t read. The box said in large letters, "Ayds --made from pure carob". If you've never eaten carob, let me assure you, caramel covered grasshoppers are more appetizing.
Fake Battlestar Galactica isn't real BSG. Ya gotta have the real enchilada or it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Real cast, real music, real themes. Chocolate is wonderful -- so wonderful no substitute can ever replace it. And to my young heart that goes for BSG too.
There's nothing like the real thing, baby.
Chocolate Shock and BSG
