When my son Miles was about four, he was invited to his friend Colleen's birthday party here in Basel. Back in the United States a week earlier, Colleen's mother Jamie had bought a gigantic bag of Hershey's Kisses to serve at the party. But when the expatriate parents enthused about their childhood comfort food to their children, the children – most of them born or at least raised in Basel – thought the Kisses were disgusting. Surprised, the parents tried them, too – and thought they were disgusting. In the chocolate paradise of Switzerland, the children had never eaten bad chocolate from the United States – and the parents had lost the taste for it. (Andrew Shields, #111words, 4 January 2023)
(This text was inspired by this article on American chocolate by Arwa Mahdawi.)
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