Maltesers
They say chocolate is the food of the Gods and Mr. Gold wholeheartedly agrees and indulges in them every Sunday. After the 'doodie incident', as his wife calls it, he could not bring himself to eat chocolates or anything remotely brown in colour. Never mind that his son actually ate chocolate and not poo, Mr. Gold could only see faeces in place of chocolates. Belle thinks he is a drama queen, but he begs to differ. Could she not see how traumatised he was? Well, he'll have the last laugh when he makes her think she's eating a cockroach and not Maltesers.
