I love imported chocolate, especially Swiss.
I’m sure that this love of “shocklat” (as my paternal grandfather called it in his Swiss-German accent) is both learned and genetic.
For Easter this year, in addition to my annual Lindt gold bunny, the Easter Bunny brought me a variety bag of Lindt bite-sized Easter Eggs.
I enjoyed the bunny bit by bit for a few days after Easter. I weighed every ounce that I ate and counted every calorie.
Even though they’ve called out to me almost every day from the treat cupboard in our kitchen, I’ve resisted those eggs … on most days.
Yesterday, I finally silenced them.
Radically Retired 