Randoms by Rach

Ferrero Rochers Rock

I love McDonalds' Chicken McNuggets. I would probably still eat them if you pulled a gun on me . Your grubby gun-toting fingers won't dare pull a trigger on my enjoyment. What food item would make you stare down the barrel of a gun and be like "Nah bruh, I'm busy here on this..."?


Ohhh, I love this prompt. I have this love for food that trumps most other things, if I'm honest . Sure, my relationship with food is tricky (I'm an all or nothing kind of girl) but, deep down in my core, I adore food. It makes my heart sing. Ahhhh.

Chocolate. Obviously. That's my main addiction. If I'm working my way through a box of Ferrero Rocher, you can hold that gun to my head. The chocolates will win. I don't know if you have Ferrero Rochers in other countries? I'm sure you do, but just in case, let me explain. Firstly, they are wrapped in shiny gold paper. That's enough to draw a person to them on its own. Then, once you unwrap them . . . oh. my. God. Little balls of deliciousness. Hazelnuts covered in a layer of gooey chocolate, wrapped in a light wafer-y shell, covered in chocolate with little pieces of hazelnut dust. Magic. I was given two boxes for Christmas. I'm a little ashamed to say the first was gone by Boxing Day (I may have allowed David one or two). The other, I'm trying really heard to savour. I hate the thought of no more Ferreros. If my home were to catch on fire, I honestly think they would be the first thing I grab. David and Alfie would come second. They have their own legs, after all.

I would also stare death in the face for a Sunday Roast. I LOVE Sunday Roasts. Either roast beef or chicken. Not pork or lamb; I don't like those so much. Roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings (whether beef or chicken - they have to be included) and Bisto gravy; made thick and deliciously. No vegetables. We are talking dream meal here, so why would I want vegetables? No no no. Meat, potatoes, Yorkshires, gravy. I am in Heaven thinking about it. I would fight to save it from a crazy gun man.

Well. I am suitably hungry now. If only I had food in the cupboard to match my cravings. Oh well. I guess it'll have to be pizza.