My obsession is not something to be proud of, and it does not mean that I only eat chocolate from across the pond. I still enjoy a good bag of M&Ms or Reese Peanut Butter Cup. But it will never warm my heart like a Cadbury Milk Chocolate bar does.
The obsession started young. My family and I went to England when I was twelve to visit my grandparents who were living there at the time. We took a trip to Bournville, England, to visit Cadbury World. It is a place of magic and wonder. Our entrance tickets really were like Golden Tickets. They handed us each three full size candy bars with our tickets. At that moment, I knew then that I would never be the same.
I went back to England on study abroad with an express responsibility to my family to bring back an entire suitcase filled with Cadbury. When I stepped off the plane at Heathrow, I discovered another magical site: a Cadbury chocolate vending machine. I knew I was in the right place. I would buy it in bulk and store it at the flat, enduring a lot of teasing from my professors and fellow students alike. But I knew it would be worth it. Real Cadbury chocolate is hard to come by in the U.S., and my stash would hopefully last for a while.
Unfortunately, it ran out quick, and I knew I needed to find more. That is when I discovered Blickenstaff's, a marvelous candy/toy store in the Riverwoods. There I found my Boost bars, my Twirls, my Cadbury Dairy, and even my mint Aero bars. Without their supply of British chocolate, I would be paying a crazy premium for Cadbury chocolate flown in from overseas. I love going to Blickenstaffs, and I love seeing the large tollbooth filled with my favorites.
So here is my slice of life: go to Blickenstaff's, and try a piece of Cadbury chocolate. It will bring a bit of magic into your life. There is a reason that chocolate is a cure for the despair of Dementors...but remember, its British chocolate they're eating. And that's just the musing of a marvelous me.
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