Reading Elaine’s post today about chocolate sprinkles on bread (sorry, Elaine, but bleurgghh), it occurred to me that I am not really a fan of chocolate. I like milk and white and would probably trade one of my children for a Malteser (only one of my kids – the other will be needed to bring me food when I’m too fat to leave my bed), but after that, I’m not bothered. I mean, I can gulp down a Kit Kat, a Crunchie, a Bounty and a bag of Buttons in one sitting, but I can take or leave them. Mostly take.
However, I never eat chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, chocolate puddings or drink chocolate milk shake. I do love a good chocolate swiss roll but only if it has white fondant in the centre.
I prefer a good jelly bean or chewy sweet, angel cake or fairy cakes. My favourite cake is the little butterfly cake that is really a fairy cake with cream or butter icing.
I can’t be called a chocoholic – it’s not even a real word so if you do call me that, your slap in the face will be for the annoying neologism, not the insult – but I can be called a greedy pig.
How about you? Are you as annoying as my Mum, who would receive a box of chocolates at Christmas and still have half left in November?
Or is chocolate like drugs and alcohol to you, and must be eaten immediately if you have it in the house?