It is David Dixon's fault again. All he was supposed to do was come over with some semi-healthy Trader Joe's deli pizzas to pop in the oven and a good bottle of red while his husband helped me plan my new squash and herb garden. We were pleasantly surprised when he added a spinach with mustard vinaigrette salad to the mix. But then, of course, he made me sin, when he presented this box of sea salt caramels. I ate three and vowed to run an extra mile in the morning. You can not eat just one of these things. The scratchy bite of rock salt against the lip as you crack through the dark chocolate and into an oozing sea of world-class caramel...impossible...
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