If you had asked me two weeks ago to name Japan's three greatest gifts to the rest of the world, I would have said sushi, Zen and all of Japanese cinema except the 1989 film Tetsuo: The Iron Man. I would not have said saké.
White chocolate is to me the un-chocolate, the anti-chocolate, the phantom zombie impostor chocolate that goes around looking and feeling and teasing you into believing that it will taste like chocolate, but lacking color, complexity and mystery.
A "food crisis" is afoot. It's becoming ever more obvious in supermarkets and restaurants, and now -- because of political strife in the cocoa-producing Ivory Coast -- this food crisis is allegedly about to kill Easter.