A friend of mine is currently posting one confession per day for Lent, which has given my life purpose and meaning at least until Easter. Her confessions got me thinking of a couple of secrets of my own. Here’s one for today:
I don’t like dark chocolate.
I know that that makes me generally unsophisticated, uncosmopolitan, uncultured, and philistine to the point of near-savagery, and that after this confession no self-respecting European will ever love me.
But I like milk chocolate – the lighter and sweeter the better.