Chocolate

I have an addiction.
I'm addicted to New Zealand Cadbury's chocolate... and even though my family is there right now, they won't send me any!.... I have one square of chocolate left that I'm saving. That's it.... the last piece in all of America!
On discussion with my esteemed medical advisor, Lon, he states " I hope you can hold out and not go into a coma from chocolate deprivation.This has been known to happen to some people when they are deprived ofCadbury's. It's known in the medical texts as CCD. CADBURY CHOCOLATE DEPRIVATION."

I am currently managing with my CCD, it's a bit shaky at time... but the CCD 12 step program is a good source of support in times of acute cadbury withdrawl.
Alternate remedies have been attempted to no avail, Hershey's Ghiradelli(sp) No my friend... remedies like that have been tried. But the Hershey or Ghiaradelli(sp) chocolates are a far cry from the original and only INCREASE the longing, but for hard core addicts (like me) there is only one source of satisfaction and it's specifically NZ cadburys.
At Cost-plus the import store they tempted me with Cadbury's and I bought some with glee... only to find out that it was made in Australia (oh the sad day that was... that chocolate ended up going bad then thrown out).
I did have some luck with some Swiss brands from Trader Joes... it must be the rain fall level, and the mountains that make for the perfect level of cream in the chocolate... yes it's fitter cows that must be it... America and Australia are simply too flat and hot...so their chocolate is dry and lacks the suppleness(sp) of greener and more tender fields!

I was by the New Zealand Dunedin Cadbury's Factory once (where my addiction is created everyday) and it was a cold Sunday, our only day there and I anxiously approched the building after convincing my friend to go with me for a tour. But they weren't open on Sunday's, but I was not going to let my only chance go to see the inside of my quest.
Therefore I and my reluctant friend snuck around the factory found an open door and creeped in... There I found the service stairs and dragging my companion up 2 floors to a room with large (30 foot tall) vats. Unfortunately, a big unidentified noise spooked this brave adventurer and her reluctant attendant, so we ran out of the factory and tore across town (just in case someone was after us for it). Thus ended my only Cadbury tour... it may be easier to get in on the regular day, but I doubt it'd be as exciting.