Busy day, and I’ve only just now, at 19:14, grabbed a few minutes to sit at the computer.
In Sainsbury’s, I asked: “Do you think I’m due a small chocolate bar? It’s been about four weeks since I last indulged…”
“Oh, go on, then. Just for a special treat.”
Chocolate isn’t just Cadbury’s these days. The products of world class chocolatiers are displayed on the shelves to tempt the weak willed. So I picked up an old favourite, to remind me of a small, dark, and rather smelly little chocolate shop round the back of Les Halles in the days when all you could really smell in those little alleyways was the aroma of good onion soup and Gaulloises.
“What did you get?” Graham asked. “You gotta be kidding. After all these years you’ve gone curry mad!”
“Nonsense. All the best chocolate has a little chilli in it. This just brings the flavour a little further to the front of the stage.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.”
So I held on to my small 100g bar of good Swiss chilli chocolate, and intend to hog it this evening after dinner. I shall offer him a piece of course.
He’s right about the curry madness, though. I picked up four rather lush vegetable samosas from the Indian counter for my lunch, and enjoyed them with a big dollop of spicy tomato chutney. And he has the makings of a rather find beef Madras curry for another day during the week. Thursday, probably.
Tonight is rather less oriental. Boef bourginon. Done the French way.
Better than your average chocolate
