So I spent 3 hours in this chocolate factory. Nice. Swiped some vanillin on my tongue... it's white powder so I could pretend I was clutching a giant bag of heroin waiting for the Feds to close up on me while I hatch an ingenious escape plan outta thin air. Next scene - I am lazing under the Bahamas sun, on a deck chair with reformed Adonis feeding me (peeled & seedless) grapes. Don't blame me. I grew up on pathetic cops and robbers plots on daytime tv.
Anyways, back to chocolate factory. It was just a small outfit but we saw the entire process. It wasn't enough to put me off chocolates forever, not even when they poured the mud sludge into a giant mixer with bits of cereal, nuts and etc. I kept thinking about the mudslides that kill people. Imagine people buried alive in mud, all orifices choking full of muck. Till sludge oozes outta every imaginable outlet in the body.
BUT of course I am not through with chocolate. Not yet anyways. Tho I am slowly but surely losing my sweet tooth.
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