The First Chocolate in Weeks

The Chocolate Wasn’t a Failure

Tesco Finest Belgian Dark Chocolate Ginger Cookie, today.

Halfway through it, I realised I hadn’t actually had chocolate in weeks.

That’s not quite the same as not thinking about it. There’s a Tupperware box in the fridge with various bars in it, KitKats included, and it’s been there the whole time. I’ve just tried not to let it bother me.

There was a moment right after that realisation where some old instinct wanted to treat the cookie itself as a small failure. Weeks of not having any, and here I am.

It isn’t, though.

Not having chocolate for weeks was never the actual goal, and eating some today doesn’t undo whatever those weeks were.

And let’s be fair to the biscuit. This wasn’t a moment of weakness over a stray custard cream. The packet describes it as all-butter, dipped in rich Belgian dark chocolate, flavoured with fiery stem ginger, cinnamon and nutmeg.

Whoever wrote that copy was doing their job properly.

I just fancied a biscuit, and it turned out to be a very good one.

Turns out you can go a long stretch without something and then just have it, without the whole thing needing a verdict attached.

It was a biscuit.

I ate it.

And then I carried on with my day.