That was a near miss in Canberra. Thanks to Dan for the comic, and for saving me from myself.
It's funny, the whole not-eating-chocolate thing. Aside from one morning at work where I was struck for about two minutes with an insatiable desire for a Peppermint Aero, I haven't particularly had strong cravings for it. Instead, I've found myself hankering for sweets I CAN have, but are slightly more inconvenient to arrange. Like Cream Brulee. I bought some ramekins on Friday night precisely so I could make Cream Brulee with a packet mix. I don't have a cook's flame torch, so I had to grill them. And it buggered up. The sides of the ramekins burnt, but the dessert itself failed to achieve a crispy top. Then I spilled one while putting them in the fridge to cool. CREAM BRULEE DOES NOT WANT ME TO EAT IT.
I've also been looking for Ovalteenies in the shops. Ovalteenies, someone pointed out to me, aren't chocolate. They're malt. So I could have some. Hurrah! But can I find Ovalteenies? No! Racks and racks of share pack chocolates, peanut M&Ms cosying up to fun-size Milky Ways but Ovalteenies? NO!
Columbines! Columbines are toffees. Delicious creamy toffees. No chocolate there. But they're also mysteriously disappearing from the confectionery aisle. They seem to only be found in a Pascall's Pick 'n' Mix bag with a bunch of chocolate-covered eclairs AND THAT'S JUST TOO DANGEROUS.
But, three weeks in, I'm doing a lot better than I thought I would be. I know a few other people jumped on the Thigh July bandwagon; I'd be interested to see how they're travelling. I'm wondering whether to organise some sort of delicious breaking of the chocolate fast for Sunday - or to kick on through August and see if I could manage two months off the cacao.
