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.