Chocolate Cake?!

For those patients here receiving the Alivazatos treatment (what John is getting), the diet is very strict. No red meat. No acidic foods. No simple sugars. No candy. No dairy. Get the picture? Our meals consist of waffles, granola/yogurt or toast for breakfast, some kind of vegetable soup for lunch, salad, steamed vegetables for lunch and dinner is a different kind of veggie soup (tonight was carrots and lentils), salad and rice (last night was mushroom stir fry). Each meal has some kind of fruit juiced: carrot, barley, pear, guava, papaya, etc. Yum, right? Maybe if you're a rabbit - or a support person to someone receiving Alivazatos. So, okay, I'll survive and maybe lose a few pounds.
Tonight, however, a surprise!! We got our lentil/carrot soup. We got our salad, chicken (a rarity) and our steamed vegetables. Everyone was literally clapping when they brought out the chicken. But, then...the cart with DESERT! Oh. My. Gosh. Chocolate?! Can it be?! The excited tension was palatable in the dinner room. Everyone's eyes sparkled - especially mine and John's. We. Love. Chocolate. There is no other way to explain it. Love, pure and simple. And we'd been deprived for four days. It was too good, a mirage. A dream.
Carlito set our plate down in front of us. "Gracias," we breathed, our forks clenched in our sweaty, anticipating hands. We looked at each other, each thinking, "Heaven!" Everyone started eating - you could hear the satiated groans, tongues licking lips, making sure every last crumb was tasted and not wasted. The room was silent, save the pleasured smiles and the forks gently tinkling on the plates as the next piece was scooped up. John and I each dove into our piece of luscious chocolate cake. The huge scoop teetered at the edge of the fork...yum! Bliss! Utter delight! Wait! Confusion...what? Chew, taste, chew - oh my God! Don't swallow! This isn't chocolate cake! They've tricked us! I felt betrayed, broken! No...it can't be! Coffee?! Are they kidding?! Who? The? Hell? Puts? Coffee? In a Cake?! For the love of God! I almost cried. John's face fell, his fork clattered to the plate. He couldn't get the cake out of his mouth fast enough. "Mom!" He cried. "I know, sweetie. I know..." Dinner was over. We had to leave. Back to our contraband m & m's in our apartment...