What I would eat now if I wasn't doing this dang Weight Watchers:
dark chocolate nonpariels
vanilla cupcake with chocolate frosting
grande moccacino with whipped cream
chocolate chip cookies
cream horn
Any of the following: Devil Dogs, Ring Dings, Funny Bones, Yankee Doodles
Scoop of chocolate ice cream with hot peanut butter topping
Goldenberg's Peanut Chews
What I'm really eating: Pasta Fagioli and a glass of water
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Good God, this has got to be the world's most boring blog. What the heck is wrong with me? Well, in any case, British Delights (the website where I get all my lovely Euro candy) has released their Christmas list. One thing they're offering is "Iced Slab." I don't know what that is, but you're all getting it for Christmas.
Tried another of my Montreal candy bars last night. This one was Sweet Marie. The packaging was hideous; I can imagine a greasy, bad-teethed (toothed?) Brit drawing up the logo in the 70s. Anyhow...it was YUM! "Fresh roasted peanuts, caramel and chocolate." I was only going to eat half and then retire to read "Diary of a Young Girl," but I ended up eating the whole thing. And as for the book, well, I hate to admit it, but I just couldn't read it. I mean, we all know the story...Anne Frank was in hiding, kept a journal, but was eventually discovered by the Nazis. Horrible. But the thing is, even knowing all that, I didn't like her. And of course I wanted to--how terrible is it to say I don't like Anne Frank?! ugh.
Well, enough of this self flaggelation. Gotta go. PJ's nail is stuck in his blankie and he has a water bottle in his mouth.
Tried another of my Montreal candy bars last night. This one was Sweet Marie. The packaging was hideous; I can imagine a greasy, bad-teethed (toothed?) Brit drawing up the logo in the 70s. Anyhow...it was YUM! "Fresh roasted peanuts, caramel and chocolate." I was only going to eat half and then retire to read "Diary of a Young Girl," but I ended up eating the whole thing. And as for the book, well, I hate to admit it, but I just couldn't read it. I mean, we all know the story...Anne Frank was in hiding, kept a journal, but was eventually discovered by the Nazis. Horrible. But the thing is, even knowing all that, I didn't like her. And of course I wanted to--how terrible is it to say I don't like Anne Frank?! ugh.
Well, enough of this self flaggelation. Gotta go. PJ's nail is stuck in his blankie and he has a water bottle in his mouth.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
I'm back from Montreal, land of chocolatey goodness!
On our first night, Genevieve and I bought a nice selection of candy bars from a little bodega. What was funny was that the Middle Eastern guy behind the counter knew exactly what we were up to. He said, "I'll tell you which ones you can't get in the U.S." Ha! Like I needed his help. Anyhow, without further ado, I give you the CANADA CANDY COLLECTION:
Aero Dark: This was an Aero bar (which used to be sold in the U.S. as "Wispa"). It's pure chocolate but the inside is whipped so there's all these little air bubbles. This was dark as opposed to the traditional milk. It was fine. Nothing to write home about. But I guess something to write in my blog about.
Wunderbar: A very strange combination. It was chocolate-covered peanut butter and caramel, yet there were tiny pieces of peanuts AND crunchies in it. I wasn't sure of it at first, but I ended up really liking it. The only problem was, because it was soft, whenever you bit into it, you couldn't see the inside texture of the candy bar. I like to see as well as taste. Mr. Peter and Genevieve seemed to like this one.
Mirage: Like the Aero, filled with air. On the package it was described as "bubbly milk chocolate." Couldn't resist that. It was good.
Coffee Crunch: By far, everyone's favorite. The inside was a wafer with coffee-flavored cream, covered with chocolate. Very light, very crunchy, coffee crazy! Genevieve is going to ask Melissa to bring us back some more when she goes to Toronto this week.
Mr. Big: We had high hopes for this one. Genevieve bought one especially for Melissa. She and Mr. Peter said it wasn't very good. I still haven't tried mine yet. We figure a name like Mr. Big is akin to a bald, middle-aged man driving a Porsche.
Krispy Krunch: I'm pretty sure that's the name of it. It appeared to be somewhat like a Butterfinger, although Mr. Peter said it was more peanutty than that. I believe this is the candy bar Pete shoved in his mouth before Gen could get a bite. He then graciously offered her ABC candy. What a gentleman.
There are more in my fridge to sample so I'll update as I go along. I do regret, though, that I forgot to buy some Kindereggs--chocolate eggs with really cool toy surprises inside. You can't buy them in the U.S. cuz the cool toy is a choking hazard. How stupid.
On our first night, Genevieve and I bought a nice selection of candy bars from a little bodega. What was funny was that the Middle Eastern guy behind the counter knew exactly what we were up to. He said, "I'll tell you which ones you can't get in the U.S." Ha! Like I needed his help. Anyhow, without further ado, I give you the CANADA CANDY COLLECTION:
Aero Dark: This was an Aero bar (which used to be sold in the U.S. as "Wispa"). It's pure chocolate but the inside is whipped so there's all these little air bubbles. This was dark as opposed to the traditional milk. It was fine. Nothing to write home about. But I guess something to write in my blog about.
Wunderbar: A very strange combination. It was chocolate-covered peanut butter and caramel, yet there were tiny pieces of peanuts AND crunchies in it. I wasn't sure of it at first, but I ended up really liking it. The only problem was, because it was soft, whenever you bit into it, you couldn't see the inside texture of the candy bar. I like to see as well as taste. Mr. Peter and Genevieve seemed to like this one.
Mirage: Like the Aero, filled with air. On the package it was described as "bubbly milk chocolate." Couldn't resist that. It was good.
Coffee Crunch: By far, everyone's favorite. The inside was a wafer with coffee-flavored cream, covered with chocolate. Very light, very crunchy, coffee crazy! Genevieve is going to ask Melissa to bring us back some more when she goes to Toronto this week.
Mr. Big: We had high hopes for this one. Genevieve bought one especially for Melissa. She and Mr. Peter said it wasn't very good. I still haven't tried mine yet. We figure a name like Mr. Big is akin to a bald, middle-aged man driving a Porsche.
Krispy Krunch: I'm pretty sure that's the name of it. It appeared to be somewhat like a Butterfinger, although Mr. Peter said it was more peanutty than that. I believe this is the candy bar Pete shoved in his mouth before Gen could get a bite. He then graciously offered her ABC candy. What a gentleman.
There are more in my fridge to sample so I'll update as I go along. I do regret, though, that I forgot to buy some Kindereggs--chocolate eggs with really cool toy surprises inside. You can't buy them in the U.S. cuz the cool toy is a choking hazard. How stupid.
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
It's been a while...since I'm doing Weight Watchers again, I don't have the chance to eat much candy. In fact, I've been doing PAINTINGS of candy! I was inspired by candy corn, so I did a painting of three giant corns. Then I bought these yucky cappucino merengue cookies from Trader Joe's that looked pretty, so I painted them. Now I'm doing marshmallows. It's my homage to Wayne Thiebaud. I have a fantasy that I'll do enough paintings for an exhibit...it'll be called "THe Confection Collection" and there will be tons of candy at the opening.
ANYHOW....
Several months ago I went to "Wanda's Sugar Shack" in Milford. Turns out Wanda's an eccentric old lady with a little store where she sells all kinds of candy, including her own. I bought some chocolate dipped marshmallows from her...they were really gross though. Nothing can compare to a Munson's dark chocolate marshmallow, anyhow.
I'm going to Montreal this weekend, so I should be able to find some good European chocolate there, so Look for an update.
ANYHOW....
Several months ago I went to "Wanda's Sugar Shack" in Milford. Turns out Wanda's an eccentric old lady with a little store where she sells all kinds of candy, including her own. I bought some chocolate dipped marshmallows from her...they were really gross though. Nothing can compare to a Munson's dark chocolate marshmallow, anyhow.
I'm going to Montreal this weekend, so I should be able to find some good European chocolate there, so Look for an update.
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