This weekend marked the end of forty days without chocolate. And although I hadn't missed it all that much over the past six weeks, I certainly was happy enough to say "well, hello!" again.In anticipation, I bought a Lindor bunny a couple of days ago, and it has been calling to me from the top shelf of the cupboard ever since. It was all I could do to tell that bunny what he could do with himself until I was ready for him.
My sister-in-law has her own chocolate company, Cocomira, and she makes some incredible stuff, for which I alternately love her and despise her. (When I have Hazelnut Crunch in the house, it is impossible to resist, and I have been known to eat an entire container in one sitting, without sharing.) She has shown me the difference between good chocolate and mediocre chocolate, so at least I am enjoying my path to ruination so much better.
The kids Easter chocolate poses no threat to my well-being whatsoever, I can leave that crappy stuff alone without any problem. But the Lindor bunny? That is an entirely different matter.
Here is a short history of it's speedy demise:
My sister-in-law has her own chocolate company, Cocomira, and she makes some incredible stuff, for which I alternately love her and despise her. (When I have Hazelnut Crunch in the house, it is impossible to resist, and I have been known to eat an entire container in one sitting, without sharing.) She has shown me the difference between good chocolate and mediocre chocolate, so at least I am enjoying my path to ruination so much better.
The kids Easter chocolate poses no threat to my well-being whatsoever, I can leave that crappy stuff alone without any problem. But the Lindor bunny? That is an entirely different matter.
Here is a short history of it's speedy demise:
Worth every calorie.
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