Notes on chocolate: sometimes the best things are found close to home

Toblerone looked alluring in the airport, but a treat awaited back home in Suffolk

Perhaps it was best I didn’t find any chocolate on my recent trip to Zakynthos (not the party part of the island as that life is behind me). The heat was intense – 39C at certain times, in certain places – making me sweat so profusely I looked like a smuggler trying to clear customs. I eyed up the Toblerone at the airport (I always eye up Toblerones in airports), but resisted. As for the uniform for the flight home, I didn’t get the memo: pastel neck pillows, seersucker shorts, cami tops and eyelashes that looked like plough trucks.

I did have the most exquisite chocolate mousse made with olive oil and brandy, top-hatted with whipped cream and the finest of candied orange zest slithers at the Old Windmill. I had something called ‘milk pie’ at Skinos, which came with a blob of chocolate ganache and was all-round excellent. And I found some wonderful ice-creams called Chillato (the best!), but the chocolate version wasn’t great (pistachio was). Otherwise I was disappointed to find nothing exciting to tell you about, chocolate-wise.

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