"Are you Wisconsin Candy Dish?"
"Why yes. Yes I am."
A delivery guy showed up with a box of chocolate-covered fruit from Emily's the other day, still chilly in it's cold storage pack. I didn't think those things actually worked, but they do. Mmm, thermal control.
Maybe the thick, waxy coating on the Everyday Chocolates from Emily's Everyday Treasures helped keep them from melting. Like they did minutes after arranging them in candy dishes on Nitro Nanci's garden table. And of course Nanci has to rearrange everything; so that didn't help.
If you like sugar with your sugar, I mean fruit, this is a less guiltier than usual pleasure.
The worst I can say about this candy, is that the chocolate gets in the way of some succulent dried fruit.
The strawberries and cherries tasted the best, countering the thick, waxy dark chocolate with their girth, and in the cherry's case, a sweet tartness. They're made from sour cherries which taste nothing like the ones we used to chuck over the fence into the Erdman's backyard because, well, we hated them. We threw rotten apples from the Prestigiacomo side, and rotten plums, tomatoes, cherries, and apples from ours. A malevolent fruit salad.
Judging from the mouthful of strawberry chocolates Nanci shoved in her mouth (you do not want to see that photo), she preferred the Chocolate-Covered Strawberries.
She managed to say, "Mmpff, good. Cost at store? Bllmmpff, haven't seen them. Strawberry."
There was something odd going on with one of the blueberry chocolates. I was eating them by the handful, thinking, "Blueberries and dark chocolate, how healthy am I. Where are the pork rinds?"
Then I ate one which tasted like my last lip wax.
However, despite radioactive dog drool which had to be scrubbed off Silkwood style, and the feeding frenzy which was last night's Mallard's game, I polished off the last of them without incident when I got home. (The funky animal in question is Rufus, who dragged me around the duck pond like a discarded peanut shell stuck to his fur. More on the mammoth St. Bernard later.)
I would get a pack of the cherry Emily's, and the strawberry is not without its charm. The cranberry? Eh. The chocolate blueberries might be okay on a road trip.
If there were a thin milk chocolate coating on Emily's chocolate-covered fruit, I'd be eating them right now.