Chocolate. Chocolate. Chocolate.
All chocolate is good, but in a sliding scale white chocolate would be in its own sub-category, sub-basement.
Two squares of 70% cocoa a day is OK with the health police, and I do try to stick to that, but every now and again a girl needs a whole bar of Galaxy, or, occasionally, a Double Decker. That's just me, though. Herself would always go for a Snickers, for example, and if I were really going to let my hair down and go for broke I'd probably still go for a Mars Bar, but, like minstrel shows and 25 year old gay 'room-mates', some things are no longer acceptable.
Cadbury's Caramel is good, but it has to be cold. Fruit & Nut is good but I get the nuts stuck in my teeth and sometimes the raisins leave a weird taste behind them. Walnut Whips are too sweet and sickly. Galaxy Ripple is excellent but can seem insubstantial. On days where all these thoughts go through my brain, I opt for a Double Decker.
Cadbury's chocolate, nougat, ricey stuff. Choccychewycrunchy. You want it room temperature, no distractions, nobody tutting at you. You might feel a bit sick afterwards but that's just the societal pressure - it'll wear off.
If you want, you can recite the old advert: 'Keep up your pecker, with a Cadbury's Double Decker.'
Ahem. Yes.
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