Why am I ashamed of dipping into the box of Pot of Gold chocolates?
Paul and I had my uncle, my cousin, his fiancée and her mother over for dinner last night. Being the ever-gracious host, I buried my vegetarian leanings and roasted a whole chicken for them. I paired it with the natural accompaniment of roasted mini potatoes, and served corn mixed with cherry tomatoes and edamame beans and cucumber salad on the side (my uncle has a fear of veggies, but consented to the corn).
Anyway -- they brought wine and a box of Pot of Gold to share. There's something so heart-warmingly cheesy about this quintessentially Canadian confection. I often say (loudly and irritatingly I'm sure) that I can't stand chocolate mixed with any other flavour (although I tolerate mint). I'm not a fan of the orange/chocolate combination, or the popular nut/chocolate or caramel/chocolate combinations. I prefer my chocolate unadulterated with a high ratio of cocoa solids, not to sweet, but not too dark either.
But I draw the line on my chocolate snobbishness with the chocolate-covered maraschino cherries in the Pot of Gold box. Tooth-achingly sweet, red-dye injected, and irresistible! Shhhhhh. There are only two to a box, so I made sure I was the first to dive in last night. And I breached chocolate box etiquette by rooting around in the second layer to find my treat's twin. Hee.
Oh the shame.
1 comment:
It's refreshing to hear someone actually admit to delving into the second tier of chocolates while there are still offerings on the first.
As long as you don't eat my caramel-filled morsels, we can cohabitate peacefully!
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