My name is Tina and I’m a chocoholic. Note I did not say recovering. I have no plans to recover. Once as a teenager, I tried to OD on chocolate. I thought this might cure me. Nope. Au contraire. It only made me want more, more, more.
As I matured quality replaced quantity and I began the search for each locale’s best chocolate. This column details some of my findings. As you well know fine chocolate is expensive, which is as it should be. It makes each nibble matter. Each lick and inhalation. If I am going to spend $X per piece, I want to be wowed, unable to speak, incapable of describing the bliss as it spreads through my taste buds.