A stranger walked up to me at the checkout line at the warehouse club today and asks where I found the mini candy canes. (Right by the cash register, lady.)
First of all, I have to tell you, that would never, ever have happened in Michigan. And what happened next would not have happened in Michigan, either:
And then she proceeds to tell me what she wanted the candy canes for. Dip a marshmallow in melted chocolate chips, roll them in crushed candy canes (which she crushes w/ a hammer, btw) - yummy Christmas-y snack. She had no idea she was giving me a super gluten free, dairy free, soy free etc etc etc recipe...
First of all, I have to tell you, that would never, ever have happened in Michigan. And what happened next would not have happened in Michigan, either:
And then she proceeds to tell me what she wanted the candy canes for. Dip a marshmallow in melted chocolate chips, roll them in crushed candy canes (which she crushes w/ a hammer, btw) - yummy Christmas-y snack. She had no idea she was giving me a super gluten free, dairy free, soy free etc etc etc recipe...
2 comments:
You're definitely in the South. Did she tell you who all she was making these yummy treats for, what problems they're having, and why chocolate covered marshmallows would cheer them up? ;)
One of the joys of living in the South! :-)
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