I’d forgotten about this until recently, but when we were all staggering down the boat road one afternoon over Christmas, stuffed to the gunnels with ridiculously rich food, we started talking about eating teeny, tiny amounts of really, really nice food. So, you’re on death’s door, and you can only ingest one more spoonful before you die (okay, so I’m rubbish at scenarios – invent your own), your absolute favouritest, yummiest thing in the whole world – what would it be?
Me: golden syrup. Is there anything nicer? It smells absolutely delicious too. I think someone should invent a perfume with eau de golden syrup tones in it. Fahbilis.
Hubby: the middle of a Cadbury’s Creme Egg. (I agree with this too – probably my second choice)
#1: Nutella (correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this the same stuff that’s in the middle of those Ferrero Rocher chocolates?)
#2: peanut butter (well thought out, it would last for ages seeing as most of it would end up on the roof of your mouth)
Over to you, then. Your last, precious spoonful on this earth. What’s it to be?