Due credit

 

I’d always been deeply convinced that Brits and good chocolate don’t come in one wrapper. Among the many dumb politico-economic initiatives mindlessly* pouring out of Brussels**, there was one I understood and supported: to ban the use of the word ‘chocolate’ for the brown-coloured, over sweetened, under-priced stuff coming out of local*** industrial plants.

Then, a few years after watching a couple of episodes of a fairly gripping TV series, I bought an overpriced bar of Madagascan Gold (Sambriano 71) produced by Willie’s Cacao Ltd, which is run by William George Harcourt-Cooze. I tried it and was smitten. When I regained my intellectual faculties, I thought: “overpriced, but - for this kind of experience - a bargain!” and immediately decided to give credit where credit is due, which two months later I hereby do.

 

 

*I know: it’s superfluous here; but if in doubt as to the number of pejorative adjectives heaped on the E.U., always be ready err on the side of more rather than less.

**or once a month or so, as a result of a dumb mindless idiotic ridiculous E.U. kind of ‘compromise’, from Strasbourg.

***I'm in the U.K. now. I realise it would be simpler to mention that in the main body of the text, but 'local' and me, strangely, have a thing going on.