Calorie free chocolate fix


This is a little late for anyone who’s had more than their fair share of Easter eggs, but scientists have invented Le Whif, an inhaler which provides users with a calorie free chocolate fix.

The gadget lets users breathe in chocolate to curb cravings and satisfy their sweet tooth.

Invented by Harvard professor David Edwards, Le Whif comes in four different flavours: raspberry, mint, mango and plain.

“It seemed to us that eating was tending toward breathing, so, with a mix of culinary art and aerosol science, we’ve helped move eating habits to their logical conclusion.

“We call it whiffing.”

But what about the oral satisfaction?

The pleasure of chocolate isn’t just the smell and taste, it’s the melt-in-the-mouth sensation and I don’t think you’d get that by whiffing.




We had established we had both gone to Waitaki Girls’ High when she said something which made me realise that she thought we might be a similar age.

Not wanting to be be rude about what I thought must be quite a bit more than a decade’s difference in our ages, I said, “I was there from 1970 to 1974.”

Oh, she said, “I left in 1959.”

I thought it was funny but can see why the Auckland woman, mistaken for someone twice her age by a gosspip columnist isn’t amused.

In case you were wondering . . .


. . . I did stick to my pledge  to resist hot cross buns and Easter eggs until Easter.

In fact, I was a day late with the buns, not eating one until yesterday.

As for the eggs, I’ve bought a few to share with friends who are coming for lunch but I”ll be looking at them very carefully after reading about the woman who found creepy crawlies  when she bit into an Easter egg.

Cadbury’s, which made the offending confection, says it’s taking the infestation very seriously and my experience is that they do.

A few years ago my daughter found what she thought was plastic in an Easter agg and sent it back to Cadburys. They replied immediately with a letter thanking her and a week or two later with the results of their tests which determined it wasn’t plastic but sugar and other normal ingredients which hadn’t dissolved properly.

That’s how any question of contamination should be treated, but as Macdoctor points out here  and here  not every company takes it as seriously.



Joy Cowley is probably best known as the author of children’s books although her first published books were novels for adults.

She also writes spiritual reflections and I’ve chosen one of those as Easter Sunday’s contribution to poetry month.

Release  comes from Aotearoa Psalms by Joy Cowley, published by Catholic Supplies (NZ) Ltd, 1989.



It was a bit like

the opening of a tomb, really,

the lids of the cage pulled back

and quick and bright life spilling out

with an eagerness to fly.

As I watched the wingbeat

of those pigeons, I felt mummerings

against the bars of my heart.


All the love imprisoned within me

fluttered for release. Blessings unspoken,

smiles concealed, acts of kindness

which had never got off the drawing board,

clamoured for the light of day.


I wondered about the cost

of opening the cage

and lettering love spread its wings.

I felt a bit frightened.

When I’d given everything away,

could I live with an empty heart?


What I’d forgotten, of course,

was the homing instinct of love,

and how, unlike pigeons,

love always returns

with more than it takes away.

The other thing I forgot

was how love enlarges the heart

to take its increase,

multiplying and enlarging,

multiplying and enlarging,

until the little cage

is as big as the Kingdom of Heaven.


– Joy Cowley –

Did you see the one about . . .


Pirates are not all bad  at Anti-Dismal

Simon the Cyrenian (An Easter Song)  at Bowalley Road

A Tale of Two Cultures at Macdoctor

The view from a roofer’s recession  at The New Yorker (HatTip: Inquiring Mind)

Woman eats 51 of world’s hottest chilles in one sitting  at Farmgirl

Economists: more human than you think at the Visible Hand in Economics

The Art of borrowing  at Cactus Kate

All you wanted to know about the OIA but were afraid to ask  at goNZoFreakpwoer

Obsessing about weight in terms of not obsessing about weight  at 2bSophora

Le traison de clercs (and the journalists)  at Micky’s Muses

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