This is hilarious. My Dad spent several years in a boarding school in Juan-les-Pins with his brother and learned a ton of French, along with lots of other unintended consequences. He and Mark would go out for their "goûter" most afternoons and put together a sandwich that consisted of a roll and a slab of chocolate. I was thrilled when, in my mid-40's, Dad handed over his Nestlé scrapbook. I still have it and I can swear that there is still a faint trace of chocolate aroma to it. It's particularly interesting to see what people thought of as the wonders of modern technology at that time, just as it's hard for my grandchildren to understand how we lived when we were little sprouts. Thanks for the jolt.