I ate half a carton, six of 'em, earlier today and all the sugar caused me to not feel so great. Can anyone actually eat just one or two of these things without polishing off half (or the whole) carton?
Damn, I still don’t feel all that great. 
No, you can’t eat just one. How do you eat them? I like to savor them until all the outer part is gone, then I bite into the cookie portion. I did it the first time to see how they were put together and it just sort of stuck.
Cut out your tongue.
If there’s only one left, which of course isn’t bloody likely.
Or, have a stingy little brother who doesn’t like to share.
Play safe and only ever buy the 3 piece pack. You will eat them all but it is only 3 pieces.
The way to eat only one is to buy just one at the Convenience store counter.
BTW, I turned down a job with Ferrero about 10 years ago as a Programmer/Analyst. My Sister was very disappointed, she loves Tic Tacs which they also make.
I ate one. Once. Tasted like cardboard with added grit. Never been tempted to try another.
I could easily eat one per day on the occasional day when I have one.
When I buy good chocolate, that’s what I do. A box of chocolate will last me months. I think when you don’t eat sweet things very often, you can more quickly satisfy your sweet tooth, but that just might be a crackpot theory.
Not a big fan of the Ferrero Rocher things, though.
That’s the only thing that works for me! My dad buys the big packs around the holidays. They are very hard to resist!
I can stop at one easily. I don’t like peanuts or hazelnuts, and until I was 10 or so chocolate made me nauseous. My favourite part is the wafer.
I just unwrap 'em, start chewing … unwrap, chew … unwrap, chew … and keep going and going until they’re all gone and I feel sick. ;j
Don’t forget that slightly soapy aftertaste. And the waxy texture of the ‘chocolate’.
Gimme Godiva any day.
Okay. There’s something wrong here … and I suspect it might be me. Just minutes ago, I was in the shop across the road, and my eye fell on this small packet of four Ferrero Rocher. “Why not?” I thought. “Just to prove to myself that they are as nasty as I remember.”
So I brought my new purchase home, unwrapped it… same gold foil, same nut-encrusted chocolate golf ball outer appearance that I recall. And then I bit into it. The inside was completely at variance with my recollection. What I remembered was a nugget of fairly nasty hazelnut flavoured wafer in the centre, not a whole hazelnut surrounded by thick hazelnut/chocolate cream. Not nasty at all. Not entirely to my taste – a little rich, a little too heavy on the hazelnutty-ness of it all – but not nearly as unpleasant as what I remember eating before.
So it seems that several years ago, when I believed myself to be eating a Ferrero Rocher, I was in fact deceived by some form of confectionary imposter, and have ever since spurned the ambassador’s golden balls on the basis of a case of mistaken identity.
Anyway, the upshot of all this is that I’ve now eaten all four of the little bastards and I’m feeling a bit sick.
Band Name.
Charlie? Charlie Bucket? Is that your birthday chocolate?
::shrug:: Unwrap sweet, open mouth, insert sweet, close mouth, eat sweet.
::wanders off, slightly puzzled::
That was awesome.
I eat half. Then I eat half of the remaining half. Then half of the half of the half, ad nauseum. Thus, by Zeno’s paradox, not only do I not eat more than one, I never even eat a whole one!
Oh, and Godiva’s chocolate? No no no. You need to check out some of the chocolate threads and get yourself some real fancy chocolate.
C’moffit. Ferrero Rocher wouldn’t be allowed in the Wonka factory as floor-sweepings. 