I’m not being nationalistic, really, I’m not, but Norwegian milk chocolate is better than any other chocolate, ever. While I was living in England I had to have people bring piles of it every time they visited. It’s the only thing I force people to try and look menacingly at them until they admit (or pretend to admit) that I’m right. I’m not even half that pushy over my favourite books, somehow I can accept that there can be two opinions about an author, but there cannot be any second opinion on Freias Melkesjokolade. It’s just not possible. Funnily enough there’s an long article in Aftenposten about it today (in Norwegian, though, unfortunately), which is a coincidence.