The Lenten Season is traditionally to prepare the believer – through prayer, penitence, almsgiving, and self-denial – for the commemoration of the Holy Week. Usually, people give up something (a vice or an activity very much enjoyed) and pray that God take this sacrifice and grant them a wish yadda yadda. People give up smoking, eating meat, drinking liquor, illegally downloading off the internet, amongst other things. I suppose it wouldn’t take much for me to give any of those up. Except for chocolate. Especially when I’m PMSing. That is SACRED FOOD for me.
*My* unHoly Week came armed with a bukkit-load of surprises, all of them good. However, none as impressive (or well-packaged) as Le Gâteau. And since we’re talking about chocolate-y goodness, I’ll let pictures speak for themselves.
The other side of the bag reads: Paradise exists. I’m holding it in my hand.
The packaging (black tin) is DIVINE. It says to me, “I am deathly serious about my chocolate. I know what I want and I don’t want any frills about it.”
See more of divine packaging HERE.
Those tiny dots on the corner of the chocolate “pie slice” like a guide to what’s on the menu.
•• (two white chocolate dots) Praline Crocanti Negro
• Cointreau Negro
oo (two black dots) Folletin Nego
o Griotinne Nego
• (one brown dot) Cookies Negro
Crujiente Negro
Irish Coffee Leche
Blanco con trocitos
The only issue I had with this divine piece of paradise was how the hell I was supposed to eat the damn thing. Nibble on it like a rat? Just lodge it in my mouth like a pizza? Lick to nothingness? I ended having to leave it out a bit, heat a knife, and cut pieces of it out. A tad messy but I never said I was delicate when it came to pleasurable things. 
“Holy crap. I need to have a piece of that in my mouth.” CLICK HERE.
“My girlfriend might forgive me if I get her that.” CLICK HERE.
“Calories do not exist in my vocabulary.” CLICK HERE.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” CLICK HERE.
