quickly the days fly by when you're eating pork fat dipped in cocoa butter.
To recap Memorial Day: Nanci was at Bratfest, I was at ChocolateFest, teenagers were skulking on park benches, and Vince and Guido ate chocolate bacon.
Vincenzo is a good sport (except when it comes to Fantasy Football but we won't talk about that), although he drew the line at All Candy Expo Bertie Botts dog food flavored beans.
Roscoe, imprisoned on the inside looking out, seemed up for it—at one point he broke free, ran around in a circle, and sniffed the car for Frisbees and foodstuffs. I'm thinking his cousin, Cujo, may give it a go.
Vince ate the chocolate dipped bacon quickly, without sniffing, but was one and done after that. And there were so many other treats to try. I'm sure Lisa will be more adventurous.
When Andy was a baby Guido he made me eat Jelly Belly "cocktails" served from dirty pockets and sticky kid fingers. Don't feel too sorry for him, he owes me.
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