Death by Martini

I'm not much of a sweet stuff person, but once in a while I don't mind feasting on chocolate. Last week I was, by chance, the recipient of a piece of a freakishly huge bar of Toblerone.

It's a though one to eat, unless you go at it with a knife (which I won't, traumatized that one Seinfeld episode). But Toblerone, with its nut and honey filling, is still one of the best kinds of chocolate you can get. I suspect I will have finished it off sometime in July.