Eight: candycane


Today’s chocolate picture presented only one possible course of action. I went to the best ice-cream parlour I know because it also sells every possible kind of sweets, including candy-canes which they hang from the walls.

But while I was there, a yuletide miracle occurred. They were serving mince pie icecream. With real bits of mince pie in it. Move over Ben and Jerry’s.

I love mince pies. Probably my favourite part of Christmas. I started eating them at least three weeks ago and now I’m nearing twenty-five on the mince-pie count. (I’ll keep you posted on that one.) If it were more acceptable to eat them the whole year round, I would. Sadly, the effort it takes to explain why you’re eating one in May is more disheartening than it’s worth. Alas, alack.