Heart-melting goodness
Happy Valentines, people. The thing about cheesy Hallmark holidays, I find, is that they come to get you in the end, no matter how hard you try to resist. While stumbling into coffee-making this morning I found this waiting for me in the fridge:
Naturally, I was touched. But on closer examination, I noticed that the contents of the box wasn't in fact chocolate but "chocolate flavoured confection." What exactly is chocolate flavoured confection? KT and I examined the list of ingredients, and we discovered that cocoa doesn't feature in the mix at all. "Hmm," said KT. "I wouldn't actually eat those if I were you."
Chocolatey passing itself off as chocolate, I complained, is like Astroturf pretending to be grass. Hair extensions as a substitute for a brush and some patience. James Frey passing himself off as someone I should cry for.
KT added, "I notice I didn't get any chocolate at all. Just a card with two dogs that look like cats. At least you have the facsimile of chocolate." Huh. I guess he's got a point there.
Naturally, I was touched. But on closer examination, I noticed that the contents of the box wasn't in fact chocolate but "chocolate flavoured confection." What exactly is chocolate flavoured confection? KT and I examined the list of ingredients, and we discovered that cocoa doesn't feature in the mix at all. "Hmm," said KT. "I wouldn't actually eat those if I were you."
Chocolatey passing itself off as chocolate, I complained, is like Astroturf pretending to be grass. Hair extensions as a substitute for a brush and some patience. James Frey passing himself off as someone I should cry for.
KT added, "I notice I didn't get any chocolate at all. Just a card with two dogs that look like cats. At least you have the facsimile of chocolate." Huh. I guess he's got a point there.
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