Dip em Chocolate spreads sweet loves

The sweet tooth forms.

So a memoir miniseries begins, Sweets most Devine, surfacing in a nostalgic slurry of surfacing bubbles.

Big wheat sticks, with chocolate spread to dip. Favourite munchable snacks as a kid.

Scoop it up, crunch it in the mouth. Barely enough spread. Ate it by the park of a hospital, on a stone wall by the off-licence co-op.

Cold midday air with the feet dangling, left with three sticks. Impulsive childishness, gobbling them up till a crumb is left.

A reward of crunch. Manufactured crispy delish.