WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE? WE ASKED THREE DAILY EXPRESS COLUMNISTS...
VIRGINIA BLACKBURN
THEY say you are a cheese person or a chocolate one and I am very much the former, except when tempted by that wickedly delicious combination, chocolate and caramel.
Chuck in a nut and I’m yours. Which makes it blindingly obvious that my favourite Quality
Street sweet is the purple-wrapped one.
During the course of this research I discovered you can buy tins that are filled solely with this variety. Too much temptation, I’d scoff the lot.
Better to take your pleasures singly and confine yourself to one, the only conundrum being whether to bite it in half or scoff it all
at once. I usually do the latter. Then make for the cheeseboard. But that’s for another time…
FERGUS KELLY
OF ALL the vices to which I happily succumb, devouring chocolates is the least of them – my dulled sweet tooth the result of a foolish decision in teenage years to begin favouring the products of Benson & Hedges. However there’s always at least one vast tub of chocolates passed round our house over Christmas and my interest wanes once the Purple Ones and Green Triangles run out. The Toffee Pennies no longer hold quite the appeal they once did as these days I fear for my crowns, whose cost should ensure my dentist has a particularly merry Christmas.
My favourites, however, are Mars Celebrations, for the much under-rated plain chocolate Bounty is not widely enough stocked in shops. Mars, please take note.
CAROLE ANN RICE
IT WAS always the toffee “coin” wrapped in gold foil that I went for. I am one of the rare few women who doesn’t like chocolate or have a sweet tooth. But as a child I liked the buttery saltiness of the toffee penny. After softening it up in the mouth for a few minutes it became like a putty which I could then “glue” to the roof of my mouth. This way then I could keep it in place for half-an-hour or so and enjoy the secret thrill of a long-lasting sweet whilst appearing to have nothing in my mouth. The orange and strawberry creams were icky and sticky but like a dirty secret, I did like them, especially as nobody else did – so always plenty left over when the other family favourites were eaten first.