PROCESS 03: Galaxy

When process meets pleasure

Ever since I first saw an advert for Galaxy chocolate in the mid-90s, it has seemed as special to me as Ferrero Rocher. A beautiful woman in a latte-coloured silk slip dress floats down the stairs at night to sneak a delicious bite of smooth milk chocolate. That’s the dream, I used to think. A bar of chocolate of my own whenever I want it. That’s what being an adult will be like.

And so it is. I don’t crave chocolate as much as I used to—I’m more of a bread and half a block of butter gal—but every so often I’ll have a few weeks where it’s all that I desire. When the desire strikes, I want Galaxy. I have a little padded book sleeve on the top shelf in my office where I keep one big bar at a time. I don’t need to hide it, but it’s the principle. I’m making my own dreams come true.

It doesn’t taste anything like chocolate, let’s be honest. My whole life I’ve sucked on squares of Galaxy and enjoyed the cosy, chocolate-adjacent sweetness of it, but I know, like Dairy Milk, it doesn’t taste much like real, decent chocolate. I decided to make some tasting notes the last time I ate some:

• Milky cocoa with golden sugar

• Honey