Mister Choc

I am in love. He is the paragon of of bridging two extremes, the concupiscence of black and white. I melt like butter with every brief, stolen meeting with him: in the kitchen, in the supermarket, on the street. My love's name is Mr. Choc.

Think of Nutella. Now look at the photo, now back to Mr. Choc. Think of a cheaper, more spreadable Nutella. Replace the hazelnut flavouring with milk chocolate. Now add white chocolate. Now spread on bread.

The dual-chocolate, spreadable sweetness is Mr. Choc.