Sealed with a kiss
What is it with food obsessions, and the crazy things you do? Like tramping across Manhattan with blistered feet, in 40 degree heat, for that one famed takeaway dumpling joint. Or taking a return flight to Melbourne with a three-hour turnaround, purely to devour Supernormal’s legendary lobster roll. But of all the food obsessions, chocolate takes the cake. And so it was, on an Italian road trip, north of Rome, when my car took an impulsive swerve off the Autostrade, headlong into sleet, driving rain, nil visibility and slippery cobbled roads – all in the name of my favourite chocolate, Baci (‘kisses’) and its birthplace, Perugia. It was a hairy two-hour pilgrimage, but unwrapping that first hometown Baci, complete with its tiny love note (in Italian!) was amazing. Baci is Baci the…
