"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library."
Friday, June 14, 2002
While the fragrant Biondino waxes lyrical on the subject of toilet paper, I find myself musing on the oral rather than the anal - specifically, chocolate. I have been craving huge quantities of WHITE chocolate lately, which is worrying for several reasons. Firstly as any Waitrose-shopping, wine-quaffing, espresso-savouring snob will tell you, it is not actually chocolate as it doesn't contain a single smidgeon of cacao bean. However, this doesn't bother me too much as it's the fat/milk/sugar elements of chocolate which are appealing to me in the first place. More troubling is the psychological significance. You eat white chocolate = you are regressing to a infant state, sucking on Milky Bars and dribbling creamily on your babygro. I don't care what Nestle say about Milky Bar Munchies - it's basically just sugared, solidified breast milk, isn't it? Maybe the stress of moving is causing these regressive tendencies. All I know is that Green and Blacks Organic white is divine, and if you can't find/afford that, then Dream (Cadbury's challenge to Nestle market saturation) is pretty good...