Here's the thing. I have nothing against marshmallows; I love them, in fact. But even when dipped in chocolate, they are not chocolates. And Valentine's Day is nothing if not an excuse to eat chocolates for 3 days straight*.
But somehow my parents were confused. Besides the absence of chocolate, the delicious, marshmallowy goods were presented in a basket and appeared in my house seemingly independent of human intervention. Do you see where I'm going with this? They (or the bunny) had somehow confused Valentine's Day with Easter!
You can see how this would happen, as both celebrations are centered around sugar (and some other stuff).
Regardless of the reason, the bottom line is that despite my otherwise decadent sugar extravaganza on Valentine's Day, I sorely missed having an actual chocolate selection to gorge upon; it was clear I had to take matters into my own hands. And by "take matters into my own hands" I mean I whined, complained, and offered
As their punishment for the misstep, I did everything I could to ensure that I received actual chocolates for Easter.
Obviously talking about chocolate for the entire month preceding Valentine's didn't work ("I wonder if Vegan Treats will have twix again this year?" and "Did you happen to get the sale email from Rose City?"), so what I resorted to was to call Bobby's in their presence, well in advance of Easter, to confirm the vegan chocolate availability. Because I wouldn't be so gauche as to go with them to
They came through with flying colors.
Besides the extraordinary bunnies (vegan, chocolate bunnies FTW!) there was, of course, a personalized assortment.
|mint, hazelnut, cherry, cacao, vanilla, cointreau, and peanut butter|
So generous; really, you should have!
|peanut butter, hazelnut, hazelnut, nut cluster, coconut, cointreau|
*Per usual, we munched on our traditional toasted coconut-covered marshmallows for our Passover dessert, which I hope were not only enjoyed, but served as a reminder that tradition is key.