I was discussing this very dilemma earlier. It's something I've thought of many times, so I thought I'd open it out to the floor. Cheese or chocolate? If you could only pick one, and could never have the other again, which would it be? Cheese? Chocolate?
No, you can't have chocolate cheesecake.
For me, it would be cheese. Cheese, every day of the week. Yes, I know it doesn't come in handy snack-sized wrapped bars very often - there are those two-stick efforts from Cathedral City, I grant you, but that would hardly work for a runny roquefort, would it now? - but it's so important to me. Imagine life without cheese - no pizzas, no cheese on toast, no Ploughman's Lunch*, no cheesecake, no Parmesan...
Whereas, life without chocolate. Sure, you'd struggle at first, but you'd get over it. You could use cheese as a chocolate substitute. A bit more savoury, I grant you, but it'd be OK. You'd live.
That's my view, anyway, and I could well be wrong about this - I'm wrong about so very many things in life. Which will it be? Cheese or chocolate? Cheese? Chocolate? DECIDE!
* I may have told this story before, but I was once in a ropey pub in Bath that sold Individual Ploughman's Lunches. It was a cellophane packet containing a Jacob's cracker, a piece of cheese, a tiny plastic pot of pickle and a solitary pickled onion. Call that a lunch? I mean, really? A lunch? A lunch for a mouse, maybe, but no lunch in the sense of 'lunch' that I've ever experienced. Aha! And look, here is an image of a product similar to the fabled pocket Ploughman's:
Except that looks rather nice in comparison. But you get the general idea.