Sunday, April 5, 2009
a finger of fudge
I was reminded today, that I noticed a woman coming out of the newsagent at the supermarket the other day, a middle aged, bespectacled, greyish haired woman in a blue anorak, eating what appeared to be a Cadbury's Fudge.
It struck me as strange that she would be eating a finger of Fudge. Incongruous, somehow. I didn't quite believe my eyes - a feat of observation considering my eyesight and the distance - clearly I can recognise chocolate bar wrappers from twenty paces - a talent!
Perhaps the incongruity is due to the ad campaign, now the only people I expect to see eating Fudge bars are conker-wielding schoolboys in shorts and round caps, circa 1952.
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Best title for a post ever. For some deep seeded reason.
A finger of fudge? Well that doesn't say yummy-yummy to me. But perhaps it's a cultural thing.
And yes, I've had my dark chocolate for the evening. I can sleep well now.
I suppose it all depends what you're looking for before bed... a finger of fudge is just enough...
as long as I live, that jingle will make me snigger.
It's a most unpleasant bar though, dry and insanely sweet.
Is it too early for chocolate?
Well, Lottie, I would say, never.
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