I offer a generous reward to those who would provide a solution to dependence on chocolate. I know that there are no remedies or homeopathic medicines inhibitors, or at least nothing in the possession of the Italian pharmacies. But if some chemical involved in a study on the subject should read this, know that I would be willing also to act as guinea pigs in order to survive the winter without a coat of fresh petume the walls of my stomach. And to say that we are only at the very first day of autumn, that autumn gloomy with heavy rain and mud and a thin dry leaves on the boulevard you stick to the sole shoes and you find yourself in the car. Today I discovered
With Milka chocolate tender heart, and who tells me the disgusting Milka wrong. I had always underestimated, found it too sweet and not very satisfactory. I had to think again: although in the past I had enjoyed the Luflée, had never managed to cross the border between the chocolates of shit and the top ten of the divine: Vence, Domori Peyrano, Mayan, Caffarel, Cote d'Or, Frey, Swiss and Belgian. Yet the old purple cow had always been in my imagination the symbol of chocolate, one they would always be worth it to spend the last shilling nell'autogrill border and return to Italy with a beautiful palette of four hundred grams and hazelnuts (this talk I stimulate the poetic vein. I could take this opportunity to give birth to one of my famous press releases usually defined by barrel, whereas today all'incipit aborts).
Well, first that the other fifty grams of nectar sublime end of seasonal depression in my stomach, someone will come forward to help me in this annual inescapable destiny.
0 comments:
Post a Comment