The history
My chocolate story began with a Ferrero Rocher. At a tender age of 10 (from memory), I was given a golden wrapped chocolate as a Christmas treat. As I reached the core of that perfectly circular chocolate ball, the world faded away into a rich creamy satisfying silky sweet ocean of hazelnut and I knew then that I had found my new love.
The journey
Since then, I began to venture out to other chocolates. Discovering other hazelnut flavored chocolates, smooth dark chocolates, chocolates partnered with fruit and nut and it was an exciting whirlwind of chocolate adventure.
The connection
When I was down, chocolate would come to my rescue and take me up on cloud 9 where all my troubles melted away. Over the years, it became my personal reward at the end of a long day. Then, it was a daily treat. One big bar at a time.
The intervention
One night it dawned upon me how dependent I was on chocolate. And how badly it could potentially affect me, health wise. My teeth were not in their best condition. I could not afford another major dental fix. Pimples were attacking left, right, front and center. I needed to cut off my supply of chocolates.
The 104
So here it was. A 104 laid out in front of me. To stop eating chocolates *gasp* for two months *h-h-help*
The temptation
I was tempted so many times to stuff myself silly with chocolate. From homebaked chocolate cake to chocolate birthday cakes at work to gifts of chocolate boxes (Harrods included).
The near end
But I had to resist. Control myself. And over time, it got easier. It was easy to falter but I held on. And when I finally made it past two months (coincidentally) Hanah came over and presented me with an oreo cheesecake.
The victory
It was beautiful. But I still needed something that had pure chocolate. It was only until I was mid air on Royal Brunei Airlines when I discovered that the desert had creamy luscious chocolate.
I was, ladies and gentlemen, in heaven.
It was the ultimate 104-choco-licious experience.
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