Australians of a certain age will all remember their parents ending dinner parties with the thin, chocolate-covered squares
It’s an almost world-class error to volunteer the dessert for a meal with friends, when your only talent for dessert is the eating of it and you have $20 in your bank account until the next payday.
Still, that was the unenviable position I found myself in recently. Blaming Donald Trump and his ridiculous wars for my lack of disposable income, I made my way to the supermarket, hoping there would be grapes and berries aplenty to make a fruit plate.