Can I have another piece of chocolate ... loaf?

In Japan, bread is sold in bags of 4-6 slices and costs around $3. So one can imagine the amount of `loaves` one devours, especially in a household of three people. Usually the bread is ultra-bleached Omo white in hue. There are a few wholegrain varieties, but bright white tends to dominate. As I fancied nibbling on something of a more bread-like colouring, I happily pounced on the last remaining pack of brown bread.

While toasting my brown bread at home, a strange smell infiltrated the kitchen. It was the rich, sweet homely smell of baking. I whipped out my slice of toast and gave it a big sniff. Alack! Behold! This wasn`t brown bread! I waved it in front of my flatmate.

`Does this smell like cake to you?`
`It does. Chocolate cake, I think.`

And indeed it was! I`d mistakenly purchased a loaf of pure chocolate! And there, on the bottom of the packet, was a tiny picture of a cocoa bean - the only thing to denote that this indeed was a loaf of chocolate bread. I have since learned that chocolate bread is simply wrong. And there it still sits, forlorn and rejected, alone on top of the bread bin.