Yum.
No! I mean eeeyeew. Eeew, I say. Weeelllll....I kind of mean yum. Okay, I mean "yum." Fun yummy yum.
Sure, I love savory foods, slow cooking, raw vegetables, reductions, single malt, good wine...but, to tell the truth, I can also eat my way through a pile of potato chips. Or a dozen of the right kind of chewy, oversized cookie.
Does it help that I really, REALLY like the quality chips, or the cookies when they have dark chocolate, real vanilla, and fresh nuts picked by a free range monkey who can sniff a legume virus from 100 yards?
Not that I have any guilt over my eating habits, er, abilities. Or my fondness for Indult Manakara.
It's a ridiculous pleasure, like laughing at a sitcom, or getting hooked on "talent search" television shows.
Not that I've ever done that.
If you come over, the Manakara sample is next to the dark chocolate, behind the kettle cooked organic potato chips, on the highest shelf of the cupboard.
