The V Word
Chocoholic memories
by Heather Mills
It’s the Easter edition, so how could I not speak about chocolate? My obsession with chocolate goes back to my childhood.
Coming from a working class, financially restricted (to put it politely) family, chocolate was an absolute luxury and in those days I would fantasise about Marathon bars — the chocolate and nut bar now known as Snickers. Having been deprived of it as a kid, I gorged on it as an adult.
Little did I know that it was mainly made from sugar and milk, with only a miniscule amount of chocolate. Not drinking coffee in my 20s, I would buy bags of it for stimulation; of course it was a sugar addiction.
During the war in Yugoslavia, I would drive every Friday and Monday to work as a volunteer for two years. My bag of milk and sugar sat on the passenger seat willing me to keep going, along with the adrenaline of a 1,000 kilometre journey.