This is a tale of love lost and rediscovered. You see, when I was young, I embraced the creamy goodness of chocolate éclairs with all my heart. But as I got older, other goodies beckoned -- creme brulée, sticky toffee pudding, cupcakes... well, you know the story. I turned my back on the lowly éclair and plunged into the goodness that awaited.
Fast forward twenty-odd years or so. I'm standing in the local Tesco's, clutching a £10 note in my hand. I'd used up the other £9 and I had £1 remaining for the all-important dessert (because I couldn't go back home without one, naturally). Scanning the shelves, my heart sank. Everything was at least £2 -- but wait! What was that? Four éclairs for a pound? I grabbed the packet. They looked rather forlorn, pushed back on the bottom shelf, but éclairs were better than nothing. Or so I thought.
But oh, OH! When I bit into the first one after dinner, I remembered straight away why I liked them so much. The rich cream, the light pasty... and the chocolate! Perfect!
Please forgive me, éclair. How could I have forsaken thee, for so long? Never again, my love. Never again.