A few days after Thanksgiving, while standing in line at Trader Joe's, my wandering eyes landed on a 4-oz bar of Toblerone. Into my basket it went. I hid the bar in one of the kitchen cabinets, and once every week or two, I break off one of the triangle-shaped pieces and eat it in five small creamy, yet slightly crunchy, yet slightly chewy, bites. Today, though, I've had three pieces. I don't know what, exactly, that reveals about the kind of day I'm having, but there you have it. Viva La Toblerone!