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Life & Dreams of Chocolate
A Message from an Old Chocoholic/ Do not Read if you are Crazy about Chocolate
If I need to describe myself in two words, I would say A Mediterranean product. I have all the traits of the Mediterranean sea inside me: the quiet and the rebellious, the wise and the crazy, the deep and the simple, the clear and the mysterious & the realistic and the dreamer. I am in love with olive oil, olives, fresh vegetables, herbs, and Turkish and Greek yogurt.
How could the chocolate come to the formula? How could this Latin/ African product invade my territory and played a huge role in my life for years and years?
The most vivid memories of my childhood are about chocolate. At different ages, I had different preferences. I had a Chocoprince phase, a Kitkat phase, a Twix phase, a Baunty phase, a Kinder eggs phase, and so on and so forth.
My wildest dream besides being a sailorman who could save ships from pirates and help people in every harbor was to live in a house similar to the one where the witch in the fairy tale of Hansel and Gretel lived. I say similar and not identical because I wanted my house to be made of…
