A brought me some champagne chocolates from Switzerland. They are irresistably good and so pretty. Mum is on cloud nine. Chocolates are the great love of her life, right after durian and moi truly. Everytime I travel, no matter where, I get her some chocolates.
Her reaction after eating these,”How come the ones you buy back are not as nice? Also champagne, rite? And Switzerland too?”
Me: “Mom! Those are really expensive, you know.”
Her reply: “Also not nice one.”
I rolled my eyes in amused exasperation.
My mum’s high expectation of chocolates started when W brought me a box of Sins chocolates one Christmas. After that, no Cabburys can satisfy her. She still eats them but not with great enjoyment. I used to buy her Sins chocolates whenever I clinched a big deal in my initial 2 years. Now, I only do it occasionally.
There were once I brought her a box of Godiva. Guess what? She thinks they are “Not as good as Sins”. The Sins chocolates are still her favourite until recently, when, YF brought me a box of Royce chocolate. That is the end of the Sins era and the beginning of our Royce era.
And now, these champagne chocolates. It is good that they sell them thousands of miles away. Well, at least, I shall assume so until she discovers them incidentally on any of the supermarket shelves.
