This is a long-overdue post. Viveka, I apologise for my rudeness.
About six weeks ago, Viveka in Sweden, tired of my Malteser ravings, sent me a large bar of Swedish chocolate to try. I sent her some real chocolate in return. You can read what she thought of it here.
I was grateful for the chocolate (when am I not?) but also for the lovely compilation CD she included, which I have listened to and enjoyed. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Viveka.
I wanted to blog about the experience of eating Swedish chocolate so there was some delay in opening it. My family has different tastes in sweets and I thought we should all try it, but I wanted us all together. I wanted group photos and close-ups of our faces. (Imagine me sharing chocolate – I must have been ill that day.)
We waited for Tory Boy to come home for a visit but, by the time he did, it had been so long, I forgot about the chocolate until five minutes before he was leaving. I shoved some in his mouth:
He thought it was…interesting, and a little peculiar.
Then life got in the way. Spud was sick, I was sick, the Hub was sick. The chocolate languished in the cupboard until the Hub spotted it on one of his brief visits downstairs. I caught him shovelling it in. He thought it was delicious but I don’t have the photos to prove it; he was too quick for me. No mean feat in a man who takes ten minutes to get from the front door to the car.
This is a facsimile of his bliss:
Just over half of the large bar remained. I grabbed Spud and threw some onto his tongue, and ate some myself.
Spud’s reaction was along these lines:
I tasted strawberry and did this:
Sorry again, Viveka.
What can I say? Apart from the Hub, we are chocolate cowards, preferring our tried and trusted candy. However, the Hub loves anything new and foreign and I would like to assure you that your generous gift did find one welcome and loving home.
Thanks for trying!
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