Centuries ago, when I first arrived in Mexico City, I asked my girlfriend at the time – she would later go on to be my wife and then my ex-wife – if she wanted anything from the corner store. She said, “Get me a Bubulubu.” Accent on the third "u." I thought she was putting me on; making fun of the gringo. I’d go to the corner, ask the guy for a Bubulubu and he’d look at me like I was from Mars. How could anything called a Bubulubu exist? O ye of little faith. In fact the Bubulubu, advertised here as “much more than a chocolate,” does exist. It is a chocolate-covered marshmallow with a layer of jelly. Should you be interested in my ex’s rants on sundry themes, click here.