“Turkish Delight” - The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Has any person in literature had a bigger craving for anything than Edmund had for Turkish Delight? The way he lusted after it made me assume it was like a decadent, life-affirming pâté. Someone brought a box of the hazelnut variety into my office recently and it was disappointingly pedestrian. Not served in an ornate silver mini-chest? Not followed by a goblet of steamy mystery drink? Conclusion: Turkish Delight is not a treat worth alienating your entire family for.