If Angels Made Poo

What would it look like? What would it taste like?

Sheena believes that she has found the answer this heavenly speculation. Yesterday evening, on her way home, she was offered a very special little brown treat. She's had this treat many times over the years. Usually about 45 minutes either side of Kingston.


The Via Rail Via1 chocolate has become a national institution. Every club car dinner is ended with a little coffee, tea and digestif, followed by a very special custom made chocolate. In recent years pink, green and yellow filled versions have emerged, but the original brown on brown is the best of all.

The chilled dark chocolate cup begins to melt as soon as one's grubby little fingers picks the perfect one off the serving plate that is marched down the aisle. If in a piggish sort of mood, it is small enough to pop whole in the mouth. Loses some of the enjoyment of savouring the warm spread of chocolate over the tongue, but occasionally advisable if wearing light coloured clothing. If the club car is empty and no one is looking, you can lick the fondant creme filling out like a kitten with a milk bowl. But it's best when you can get the right blend of creamy filling and chocolate cup in 2-3 even bites.

An initial google did not turn up the name of the supplier. Nor did an initial query of the transportation insiders who occasionally handle Sheena's baggage. But no worries. We'll get to the bottom of it. Soon.