I know we should all be living on vegetables, lean meat, fresh air and clear water but sometimes, even someone as strict about natural foods as I am just needs a treat.
Mars bars have been around since 1932 and recently my husband has been making an annoyingly moreish slice which involves melting down Mars bars, adding rice bubbles and other things, then icing it with melted chocolate.
I take it into the office on deadline week as a way of bribing my staff to be nice to me, and slowly other teams in the building have been migrating over to our Mars bar table for a chat, thinly disguised as a chance to have a bit.
As I was consuming so much of it, I felt it best to investigate what actually goes into a Mars bar and to see whether I was in fact poisoning my staff. I was pleasantly surprised.