A disappointing Bounty

Like Saddam Hussein, I love a Bounty. The dark chocolate version, particularly. It is indeed a taste of paradise. Unless it's past its sell-by date, which was the case with the one I ate yesterday. It was only a few days too old, but the lovely moisty coconutty yumminess was all gone. It was too dry in the middle and felt like chewing some coconut-flavoured papier-mâché. I still ate it, though.



Yes, it really has come to this: blogging about out-of-date chocolate bars...