My Grandma's favourite

The rain has lashed down on grey streets in Newcastle today so I busied myself with baking and cooking. I cannot see the shiny red wrapper of Bournville without thinking of my dear and much missed Grandma. She loved this dark chocolate and as a child I never understood why this, instead of the sickly sweetness of milk chocolate, would be her preferred. As I steal a square, (or two) i think of her.