For all its problems, Belgium does at least one thing quite well. Chocolate. And thanks or no thanks, depending on your point of view, to our in-house banker with happy clients (no, that isn't a misnomer) we were treated or tempted with a box last evening.
Fortunately not a large box, but substantial in caloric value nevertheless.
Who could resist that packaging. I'm a sucker for packaging. I guess it is my design education haunting me, but beautifully presented chocolate is like beautifully presented food. It can fool you into thinking it tastes better. We swear otherwise, but it can.
People packaging does the same thing. In lots of different ways. We don't swear otherwise, but we often forget.
I learned from my Mother. Never go out of the house in curlers. And I have kept that promise to this day. It was the least I could do... considering.
But fabulous chocolate packaging. That could be looked upon as a low blow. For those of us with inherent weakened conditions in front of dark chocolaty masses, it couldn't be any less than such.
To set it apart from the crowd, this one even added a literary touch...
un peu, beaucoup,
á la folie.
pour lui, pour elle,
pour toi, pour moi.
le matin, le midi,
I find that an extremely low blow in a high brow sort of way. But I'm making a note. This lesson could come in handy,
although a little expensive,