tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52285101348533294672012-02-16T07:05:59.711-05:00<center>Being the Journal of one Lord Percival St. John Reginald Peterbrooke, of Nottingbrookeshire, and his manservant Quincy, as they travel the Globe in search of the perfect recipe for Chocolate.</center>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5228510134853329467.post-39432639245986018372009-05-21T09:29:00.005-04:002009-05-21T10:39:19.544-04:00

Somewhere far away from the rain and gloom of Great Britain, 5'3, Rue Caulaincourt Paris France to be exact, M. Byron de Gateaux was sputtering in rage.  "Sacre bleu!" He ranted waving the newspaper, and stomping around his patisserie.  "M. de Gateaux Gastronomical Delights" was a bustling patisserie of international renown, with M. de Gateaux himself the proud owner of the title 'Meillure

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"Quincy, having been part of the Peterbrooke household for years, was hardly thrilled when his master decided to take up adventuring. "Oh, bother," was all he muttered as he shifted from polishing the silver to packing the elephant gun. Although to be honest Quincy wasn't quite sure what an elephant was..."

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"Lord Peterbrooke of Nottingbrookeshire, founder of Peterbrooke's Chocolatier in 1886, was an explorer who upon traveling to the deepest jungles of South America befriended the Lost Tribe of Aztecs who after worshipping him as a god bestowed upon him the wondrous substance now known as chocolate, beloved of British women everywhere. However, it would not be an easy journey home, so read on to

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