If you don’t already know, GODIVA has reached our shores……the shores of KLCC beside Harrods on the 1st floor. The first time I ever had Godiva was when my mother in law handed me a piece – a single, miserable piece of chocolate jewel that I treasured with every drop of saliva and didn’t dare ask for seconds. After all, she kept them under lock and key in her little fridge upstairs which till today I’m still hoping to break into.
The 2nd time I had Godiva was when we were in New York. This time, I could buy my own Godiva and I savoured every piece. Last month, the Hubs bought RM500 worth of Godiva and when I saw those plush, white Godiva paper bags, I started feeling romantic. And excited, like a puppy wagging its tail.
“They’re not for you.” WHAT???!!!
How could he afford to spend so much money on others but not his own family?! They’re for business, he says. Excuse me, but I run a business too. I run a blog business and I run a business of bringing up children and keeping a sane household. And what about the many businesses I have up the pipeline? Oh, but we’re in the same business, honey. We’re on the same side……
Bah. I’d rather be on the other side then.
A week later, the Hubs brought back another box of Godiva and although he had planned it for someone else, I begged him to let us share it. That night, we were happy campers. They were so divine. When I mentioned that Tee would absolutely love it, the Hubs said no. No? No. Tee was not allowed to taste this Heavenly Godiva chocolate. He didn’t want to spoil her. If she wanted Godiva, she could wait till she could afford it herself. Oh?…..Poor Tee.
So last week, dearest Tok-Tok after his trip from abroad bought Nana some Godiva. Nana, being Nana, didn’t even know what Godiva was (*smack my own head*) so I told Nana that they were the most delicious chocolate available in KL, but please don’t give Tee any because the Hubs didn’t want to let her have a taste of it, because once she’s tried it, she wouldn’t want any other chocolate but Godiva! And he sure wasn’t going to buy her Godiva.
“OH???!!!” exclaimed a wide eyed Nana. “Here you go, darling. This is for you!!!” she handed the entire box of chocolates to Tee. That afternoon, Tee and I lay lazily on our backs on Nana’s bed like Godiva Queens, savouring Godiva chocolate, piece after piece, nibble by nibble, and boy, were we in cloud Godiva………
Drunk on Godiva
that reminds me the first time i flew business on united airlines. they serve godiva chocs and starbucks coffee. that time, I didn’t know what it was (back in 1997), what a waste, otherwise i would have got myself drunk on coffee n chocs while on long haul !
Pavilion also got. Next time I know who to pass my vouchers too. I m easily satisfied. So the HD ones does me good already.
Awwww i just LOVE to see photos of T2!!!!!!
baby is so cute!!! i have never tried godiva chocs before
Godiva in Belgium (where it comes from) is considered “crap” chocolate. It is not a premium brand back in Belgium and just because it is $$$, it is considered premium elsewhere. In Belgium, Godiva is like Dunkin Donuts.