The best thing about Easter is also the worst thing about Easter. After refraining from the chocs for a good two weeks in the lead up, I have now succumbed to the temptation and virtually inhaled about 7kgs of the good stuff.
Which leads to me to this scandalous revelation. Did you know that the Margaret River Chocolate Factory which we all know and love do not, in fact, make their own chocolate? They feckin import it from Belgium, re-melt it and coerce it into fancy shapes. I for one, am devasted. I feel betrayed. As if the foundations upon which I built my moral guide and ethical compass have fallen by the wayside.
Or is it really that dramatic? Is it Sam? Is it?
Who’s to say?