When rocks could disappoint...

I was talking about the box of chocolates that were a disappointment.

Well, the time has come for me to tell you about them. 

So these chocolates were newly introduced, and my dad being a true foodie, decided he had to try it, cost be damned!

We bought two of those boxes, square, hard, cute - one in blue and the other in white. 

And those were the good things about the chocolate. The box in which they came.

I opened the white one eagerly. What i found inside was a neat description of the 8 pieces arranged artfully. (I keep count). I suppose they were kept that way to take your mind off the disappointment that you only get a few slivers of chocolate if you had to share it with other people. Thankfully, I didn't have to share (one of my good days ? no, not really). And boy! was that a grand description! These chocolate "rocks" were precious rocks you see? One of them was an emerald, the other an opal, the third a diamond, and the last one I didn't even bother to remember. That's because grand names don't ensure great chocolate. 

I eagerly reached for one which was supposed to have coffee in it and popped it into my mouth. Not only was the chocolate average tasting, I couldn't feel any coffee filling as such. Also, just because you say it has coffee in it, you dont have to prove it by adding actual coarse coffee powder. I ended up filtering these particles and spitting them out at regular intervals. 

My mom chose hazelnut - and I guess she was the luckiest among us. That was pretty normal, all chocolate, not much to say in terms of filling. And then I tried the diamond one - supposedly with strawberry n cream in it. I have to say, i never thought of strawberries as pink particles that look like squashed sprinkles. I will say nothing about the cream.(That could be an adventure for you to experience)

The emerald one had to have lemon cream, and i expected a sour, tangy, refreshing piece. All I got was some yellowish green goop, no better than the strawberry one. This one also had a few crystals of some weird flavor which i promptly spit out. 

And that, dear reader , was my experience with these so called chocolate rocks. My mom told us that if she needed a box for her sewing stuff she could have bought one for much cheaper. Such comments and the fact that the second box too would be a similar disappointment, prompted me to finish them both in an hour and vow to never buy them again.

I guess this should be added to the long long list of things that you cannot (and must not) judge by their covers.