I guess I asked for it. In fact, there’s no guessing about it. It’s there in my last post, completely unambiguous, for all to see: “Please send food”.
But dear friend, Marie Marshall, had I known that this is what would be sent my way I would never have made such a supplication:
Who in their right mind wouldn't immediately be enticed, charmed, by this product’s budget packaging? Note the label selotaped over the original description. In her defence, Marie did forewarn me: “Belize doesn’t make chocolate”.
No shit.
This was by far the oddest tasting piece of confectionery I have ever come into contact with. It smells of brown chocolate and tastes of herbs and toothpaste. In retrospect I realise that the exclamation mark after its provenance “Made in Belize” was a secret clue from the packager. A question mark or even an ellipsis would have worked equally well.
Marie, in the past I have told you that you are the most kind-hearted person I have ever met. Today, I have no choice but to take it back.
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