Breakfast of champions

This morning, a chocolate or two. As far as I can tell it is still the season of gluttony. They were roses chocolates, one of them was a Hazelnut Praline. I think that is what they are called. I had the sudden notion that these are the pave settings of the chocolate world. Not a hell of a lot of the defining ingredient, all ground up and mushed into a coarsely textured centre. I could stretch the analogy further and suggest that as they were Roses chocolates they equate with cubic zirconia jewellery. The manufacturer probably used assissted hazelnut and hazelnut shell, not the actual nuts. Which could explain the significant grit factor.

Still, how wonderfully decadent.

It's hard to imagine

But someone was actually quoted as being "very excited" about porridge. That ex SAS money saver guy, the one who looks like he has let the exercise regime pass by the wayside, is probably quietly rapturous too. His moustache will be quivering in suppressed excitement. You can read about the palpitation causing announcement here.