Back by popular demand and by that I mean, one person told me that they like this feature and that makes it “popular demand.”

So, whenever I get writers block and that is relatively often, I go down to the German deli in the building and get some kind of treat. I must be the only person in the place that buys these chocolates because whenever I got there to buy two, they tell me I can have six for the same price. And, I always get the six and its always the same justification in my mind. I’ll eat these all week.

An hour later, all of them are gone. Why?

Well, first an introduction:

Who is the handsome man on the wrapper? Its Mozart. The ‘nets doesn’t have much information about what he has to do with the chocolate, other than to say that some chocolate maker in Austria in the 1890s decided to put his face and name on a chocolate.

Here it is in all of its glory:

And, here’s the best part:

The marzipani-chocolaty goodness.

There is no middle shot. No hesitation on my part on finishing these things. The burger in the previous entry disappeared in stages? This thing appears and disappears. I give it a 9.9. I’m not using the 10 yet, but this is pretty close to perfect.

I love marzipan and combine it with dark chocolate, you have magic. My parents insist on keeping these bars of dark chocolate around all the time as some kind of “treat.” Not for me. When I want chocolate, I don’t want it to taste like medicine. It doesn’t have to be milk chocolate, which can be god awful if its in some kind of candy bar or something. But when I have dark chocolate, I want it to have some kind marzipan or something in there.

I’d usually say “hey, fellow frequenters of the German deli, you don’t know what you are missing,” but I am not going to say that. I am going to say — hey, people. Don’t buy the Mozart chocolates. More for me!