No matter how pure I try to make my food, not matter how local, organic, how original the taste, my palate will always want Kisses. Lots and lots of Kisses. Like Pavlov's dog, I salivate the moment I see the shiny foil hugging the teardrop-plop of chocolate. At a meeting today, every table had a bowl of them. Never mind that they weren't my favorite dark chocolate. I can resist most other milk chocolate, but a kiss - forget about it. I put them in my mouth, and later in my pocket. Where they certainly did not have have time to melt.
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- Karen Blandford
- Sykesville, Maryland, United States
- My little acre of suburbia supports an organic veggie garden, assorted flower borders, me, my husband, one teenage son, a couple of dogs, and a cat. We're a bit green. I cook a lot, or so it seems, using food grown by me or neighbors whenever I can. Let's dish.
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