Chocolate

Lots of it, almost constantly. Seriously, she went through a "Pound Plus" bar from Trader Joe's a week. And no, she never got fat. Side effect of radiation treatment, or perhaps just her genes (her mother is a very slight woman). Heck, she never could gain weight, even when she tried. She would wince if someone told her "I wish I had your problem!", though. Too much time trying to keep the calories in throughout her illnesses.

But not to dwell on that, I prefer to think of her stuffing her cute chimpmunk face with a bar of Cadbury's. Or a cup of Nestle's. Or just a handfull of M&Ms.

Janetisms:

Hershey's is evil.

Lady Godiva is overrated (too much wax or something to make it hard enough for those fancy shapes)

Sorry, chocolate snobs, nothing wrong with milk chocolate. She'd prefer it to dark.
Her mother loves white chocolate. So did Janet. Sure, it isn't "real" chocolate, but neither are wine gums. And she loved winegums. And blackberry pastilles.

English candy was in her blood. Favorite (or favourite, I suppose) was chocolate covered Turkish Delight.

Cadbury's cocoa. I still have tins of it. She'd buy it, squirrel it away, then seemingly forget about it, because she'd buy more at the store. Maybe she was waiting for winter.

She prefered her chocolate straight up, but would still happily munch on Cadbury's Fruit and Nut. Actually, since I like my chocolate with nuts, her preference for straight chocolate may have been to keep me out of it.

And yes, hell hath no nippyness like Janet discovering that someone, and not to mention names but it was me, ate the last of her chocolate.

Tea needs to be a separate post.