Mmmm, my mouth is watering in anticipation as I try to make a decision and choose one chocolate from the chocolate box held out in front of me. My Grandad is visiting (to help care for me) from NZ and, as always, has brought some handcrafted chocolates with him. Eventually I choose what looks like a solid dark chocolate and take a teeny bite.
Me: Oh mum, you have to try this one.
I pass her the chocolate.
She looks at me suspiciously and bites into it. Her face screws up. Her eyes widen. Double Yuk.
Mum: gross, what the hell was that.
We look down at the box for clues but the flavour guide has been left in the kitchen. Unwilling to waste what's left Mum tries to put the chocolate back in with the uneaten side up but it is lopsided.
A little later :
Mum comes into my room grinning.
Mum: Large Dad ate it, he didn’t notice it was second hand and he liked it.
Me: what flavor was it?
Mum: Bluff Oyster with cinnamon.