For Valentine's Day, I had purchased each child a valentine's box with chocolates. Because I am "The Good Mom ™" There were maybe 7 or 8 candies - nothing extravagant.
I gave them their boxes and left it to them. Sissy opened hers and chose a piece. By this time, I was in the kitchen, standing near the fridge.
She approached me with a look of disgust on her face and her right arm extended. She shook her hand around and I could see it was an orange cream chocolate.
In a most exasperated voice, she said "Really? REALLY?" like somehow the gods of chocolate making had duped her in some way and she wasn't having any of it.
I shrugged and pointed at the trash can. Later, I said, "Candy makers like to add at least one nasty chocolate per box. It's just the way they roll." And, I'm thinking, "Those damn chocolate makers are giddy with excitement picturing the faces of the poor child (or adult, for that matter) who bites into the vile orange cream candy."
Please, chocolate candy makers, leave those gross orange ones, the raspberry goo ones, basically any fruit flavored out of the mix. We all know that once a food item contains fruit, it is no longer a treat or dessert, it becomes a semi-healthy alternative to a treat.
What's next? Chocolate covered peas??? I vow to only purchase the boxes with a "road map" inside from now on. At least that way, you can avert evil and maybe give those away to a friend who likes them. Yuck!
Have a great Friday, hooligans!