True confession: my love affair with chocolate began with Little Debbie Nutty Bars. You know, those long wafer-like cookies filled with fake peanut butter dipped in chocolate. Yes, I loved those crunchy bars of peanut butter wonder. Heck, I was a kid. What did I know about chocolate? There wasn’t a whole lot of chocolate in my childhood. My mother was on a perpetual diet and my grandmother, the cook in the family, had a proclivity for lemon. Lemon pie. Lemon cake. Lemon cookies. She must have been pining for the subtle scent of lemon trees that graced her childhood in Sicily. Chocolate was for Easter Sunday. I remember the year I woke up at the crack of dawn and rushed into the living room…