Palmer's Cocoa Butter Formula Cream - you can use it everywhere.
Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs
At no other time has Nature concentrated such a wealth of valuable nourishment into such a small space as in the cocoa bean.
Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey cafe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of Hershey, PA, and the lifestyle marketing of Seattle's Starbucks, the modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top.
Even if you feed the cow cocoa you will not get chocolate.
I don't much care for Hollywood, I'd rather have a nice cup of cocoa.
More like the movie where the guy meets a smart girl who wears a lot of sweaters and drinks cocoa. They talk about books and issues and kiss in the rain.
I don’t think I can ever go back to cocoa!
Oh, comfortable cocoa!
The calories in chocolate don't count because chocolate comes from the cocoa bean, and everyone knows that beans are good for you.
What do nations care about the cost of war, if by spending a few hundred millions in steel and gunpowder they can gain a thousand millions in diamonds and cocoa?
I'm addicted to chocolate. I used to snort cocoa.
What I ate for breakfast on school mornings was one buttered roll--a soft roll, not a hard roll--and one cup of cocoa; any attempt to alter this menu I regarded as a plot to poison me.
Fruit of all the kinds that the country produced were laid before him; he ate very little, but from time to time a liquor prepared from cocoa, and of an aphrodisiac nature, as we were told, was presented to him in golden cups. . . I observed a number of jars, above fifty, brought in, filled with foaming chocolate of which he took some.
My father's mother was from Liverpool and she had this very beautiful English china. I only wanted to drink my cocoa out of my grandmother's cup and saucer.
Men, she thought, were one of the world's few sure comforts, like a fire on a cold October night, like cocoa, like broken-in-slippers. Their clumsy affections, their bristly faces, and their willingness to do what needed to be done - cook an omelette, change lightbulbs, make with hugging - sometimes almost made being a woman fun.