Bad taste

Two weeks ago I attended a private viewing at an art gallery. When leaving guests were presented with a small box containing four very exclusive handmade chocolates.

Lying in bed last night I asked Mrs YesBut, "where are the chocolates?"

"What chocolates?"

"The ones I brought home two weeks ago"

"Oh those, I ate them"

"When?"

"Last week"

"You didn't offer me one"

"No I put them in a sandwich"

"Did you say sandwich?"

"Yes"

"A sandwich!"

"Yes why?"

"No, nothing, but a sandwich. What did they taste like?"

"I could only taste the achar"

"Wait, your telling me you made a sandwich out of handmade chocolates, which you covered in garlic tasting, hot spicy peppered, mustard oil soaked gunk!"

"Yes, what's wrong with that?"

"Goodnight dear".