Hershey’s Chocolate is celebrating 100 years of chocolaty happiness.
How do I know this? (umm . . . maybe because I’m not supposed to be eating chocolate and am therefore obsessed with it, but that’s not important right now. =D)
Okay. So, the other day, Lucy and I are cruising through Target and we came upon a big ole Hershey’s Chocolate display. Of course, we stopped and reverently stood in silence while taking in all the cool stuff we could potentially buy to celebrate the blessed event. After all, 100 years of making chocolate is no small feat.
Did I mention that I’m not supposed to be having chocolate, and so, seriously, that’s all I can think about?? (It’s just so wrong.)
Anyway, there was this adorable ceramic fondue pot shaped like a Hershey’s Kiss and I thought it would be fun to do that for dessert one night. I think the last time I fondued was sometime in the 80’s and maybe it was in Switzerland and it involved cheese and can we just say, "lactose intolerant?" But that’s not important right now either. =D
So, we cut up some apples and bananas and strawberries and it was lovely and wonderful . . .
And then Adam showed up . . .
Yes. That’s pound cake.
And pretzels.
And caramels.
And marshmallows.
And graham crackers.
And potato chips. (potato chips?? OH. YEAH.)
Ay Dios Mio!
"Toma chocolate. Paga lo que debes."
~El Bodeguero. 😉
Fresh Market has these peanut-butter stuffed pretzels. They must be available cheaper somewhere else, because Chris’ company has a huge jar of them in the Boston sales office. They couldn’t afford to feed those engineers if the pretzels were expensive.Anyhow. Get a sample of the Fresh Market pretzels and try them in chocolate. They are already divine as they are; I suspect they would be out of this world cloaked in dark chocolate.
PS Where are the churros?
I saw that thing the other day, and was seriously tempted to buy it. Enjoy!
Would you PLEEEZ adopt me already! Ay Dios Mio, indeed!You really know how to live. Lucky, lucky family.
N
I won’t tell if you don’t! Love you!
CF-We are saving the Churros for Christmas . . .
(And it was late at night by the time Adam arrived.) 😉