I recently received a box of chocolates from a friend who went on and on about how pricey and delicious they were. Looking at the box, trying to guess what each candy held I thought of the line from the movie Forest Gump, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’ll find.” The first piece I bit into held caramel. Yuck! I spit it out. The second piece held coffee. Yuck! I spit it out.

My husband suggested we cut each piece in half to see the middle before biting into it and throwing it out. Good thing we did as we didn’t like any.  Not one single, solitary piece we liked. We looked at the mutilated candy and wondered what to do with it. We couldn’t serve it to company unless we blindfolded them. We didn’t want to throw it out so we did the only logical thing we could think of – gave it to our son who eats anything. He seemed appreciative when we gave it to him, although he hadn’t yet looked inside the box.

I would have been appreciative for a plain old fashioned Hershey bar, my favorite. No fancy wrapping and the price is right.

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