No one was going to obstruct the destiny of this little chocolate delight: my mouth. While it was shaped, the nut placed inside had my name on it, and so forth, untill it reached my home where I picked it out from the rest of the golden sun-balls which are probably written for members of the family, unless I get to them first that is.

By the time I had reflected over this little chocolate’s epic journey, it had disappeared from my hand and it was all over really- one of the best chocolate experiences to data where I ate and simultaneously marvelled at a gift from God that had my name on it.

I must admit I was tempted to go for another bite and revisit the journey in more detail, but perhaps tomorrow. I hate to over-indulge and hey, if my name is written on one of them (or even all of them), then it’s surely destined to be mine.

It’s just a matter of mouth-watering time.

*from the source

I was in Belgium last summer, redefined chocolate for me. Gained 2 kg too =/

Ferrero Rocher

I'm one of those chocolate Philistines. I once ate an entire box of FR in one sitting - no slow savouring for me. It was a gobble-fest.

Yes, yes yes!