Dalton’s Delight Pt 1


Dalton, the cheery little raven-haired boy was walking down the street, it was the middle of winter, he was bundled up for the cold in a heavy winter jacket, a scarf, and a hat that covered a bit of his hair. He was walking down the street seeing his breath every few steps, when suddenly he caught a warm sweet aroma. “That smells like…freshly made chocolate!”

Dalton walked a bit faster towards a shop, inside was freshly made chocolate being put out, Dalton licked his lips before reaching into his pocket to see how much money he had, plenty for chocolate but not enough for lunch if he got it. “Oh man…but it smells so yummy!”

Dalton walked in the store. “Excuse me I’d like to buy some chocolate.”

The old man behind the counter walked up. “Well hello young man, want some chocolate?”

“Yes sir.” Dalton replied licking his lips again.

“Well okay, and since you’re my first customer consider it on the house.” The man said getting a white paper bag, scooping up some various chocolates and handed it to Dalton.

“Really? For Free? That’s really nice of you mister!” Dalton said taking the bag, even with it closed he could smell the sweet chocolates inside.

“Have a good day now.” The old man said as Dalton walked out, he couldn’t resist so he took a small bit of chocolate and popped it in his mouth.

Dalton moaned lightly, the chocolate was so sweet and so soft in his mouth. “This is wonderful! I’m going to get as much chocolate here as I can!”

Dalton ate the entire content of the bag before reaching to school, he barley minded the cold with such tasty treats in his mouth, and being somewhat full Dalton only spent half his money on lunch, and saved the other for more chocolate. “I need some more, that chocolate was too good to pass up again.”

Dalton walked pretty fast on his way to the store, he walked by it and went in. “Hello again sonny, want some more?”

“Yes sir!” Dalton put his money on the counter, the man counted it and got another white paper bag, opened it and put in some chocolate and handed it to Dalton.

“Have a good day.” The man said as Dalton walked out eating the chocolate.

Dalton headed home, upon reaching home he tossed the empty bag in the trash, he then went upstairs to find as much loose change as he could to hopefully get enough money for chocolate on his way to school tomorrow. “Let’s see….25…50…75…….1.50…2.50…3.50…5 dollars, perfect!”

The following day Dalton woke up early, got dressed as quick as he could and rushed outside and down the street, some blocks down he smelled it, the fresh sweet scent of the chocolate, almost drooling as he made his way to the store, he walked in the old man putting out trays. “Well look whose back.”

“Hello Mister, I got some money! I want some more chocolate!” Dalton said putting the money on the counter and smiling.

“Okay, I can tell you like the chocolate, special family recipe, been in the family for 150 years.” The man said putting chocolate in the same white paper bag.

“Wow, that’s a long time.” Dalton said eating some while listening to the man.

“Yup, ever since my family started it’s first chocolate shop in Germany we’ve made chocolate every generation, father/son mother/daughter, it’s our family’s way of life to make this stuff.”

“Wow.” Dalton said, he was really into the story, so much so he almost didn’t even taste the sweets, but of course he did, you’d need to have no taste buds to not.

“Sadly I never had a kid, so I’m the last one, the recipe will die with this old coot.”

“Awwww but this chocolate it GREAT! I’d hate to see it never made again…hey what if you teach me?” Dalton asked.

“Well…you do like the chocolate a lot, and I really don’t want the recipe to be lost, so sure I’ll take you in as my pupil to making the chocolate.”

“COOL!” Dalton said.

“I’ll start after school.” He replied, leaving.

“Okay, come back with an empty stomach!” The old man waved goodbye as Dalton left, Dalton noticed he was already out.

“…That’ll be easy.” He said putting the bag upside seeing it was really empty.

After school Dalton walked in, and an apron was tossed to him. “Okay lad time for you to learn how to make some chocolate.”

Dalton followed the old man into the back, he had the whole room ready for hand making chocolate, plenty of materials, a giant oven, massive trays, the works, Dalton followed the man to a counter with the basics. “Okay now show me what you know, no books, just what you know in your heart.”

Dalton glanced down at the chocolate materials, slowly he put them all into the bowl, mixed them and within a few hours he had some bars ready, he snapped a piece off and ate it, before sticking his tongue out. “Bleh! This tastes sour!”

“The first step to making chocolate is to commit the chocolate to heart, you must know by heart how many spoons or teaspoons it takes, how many ingredients, and how long you stir, everything.” The old man then closed his eyes, within an hour the sweet smell permeated the air again, Dalton ate the chocolate, it was the same old wonderful taste.

“I understand.” Dalton said, a little disappointed that he didn’t do so well, but he knew he’d get the hang of it.

Later that night Dalton was getting ready to shower to clean off the dried chocolate, when he removed his shirt, Dalton found a round ball of fat where his stomach was. “…I think I’ve had a little too much chocolate.”