I was chatting to a friend of mine when suddenly she jumped up and gasped ‘I must have my chocolate mousse!’, ran to bring the little pot, asked me if I wanted some with a decidedly not sharing look in her eyes, visibly relaxed when I declined then polished the mousse in about 30 seconds flat. ‘Damn’, she said when the guilt kicked in, ‘that was for my boyfriend and me after dinner tonight’.
I helpfully suggested that she should say she’d bought two pots but appeared to have brought only one back from the shop, these things happen. She brightened up but then came up with an even better solution – to have the other one then and no pudding for boyfriend.
Which she did.
That’s addiction, no doubt.
I’m blessed with a large extent of indifference to chocolate which thankfully makes up for my other addictions (to cheesecake for one – in case you imagined something more naughty). But I do understand chocoholics and this is specially for them. Good old fashioned brownie. Hits the right spot without fail.