This weekend I ate my recommended daily allowance of chocolate for the year. On a trip to Bruges with C's family, we asked the lovely, multilingual waitress at De Stove to help us find the best pralines in the city (there are like 5 confiseries on every block), and she sent us without hesitation to Van Tilborgh (Noordzandstraat 1b, Phone: 050/33-59-04), a family-owned shop whose Easter window display featured an enormous chocolate cock. It's a male chicken, you pervs. I'm not sure what goes into her pralines, or just how much of the 1 kg box I, personally, ate, but oh my god the woman who makes these is a genius and I will be sending her my Jenny Craig bills. If you go there, ask for the walnut shaped pralines that are half milk and half white chocolate and are filled with something divine that tastes just like butter and probably is. I'm usually a bittersweet girl, but these babies made me see the light.