surprised by joy
March 26, 2009
Like I need this.
I’ve seen chocolate covered cinnamon bears around. I’ve even eaten regular cinnamon bears, although I don’t like them much.
In fact, I’ve even given chocolate covered cinnamon bears away as gifts, you know, like, hey, thanks for watching the kids yesterday, here you go, enjoy this bag of chocolate cinnamon bears. That sort of thing.
But after all these years, I’ve never actually eaten a chocolate cinnamon bear. Because, you know, it sounds totally disgusting. I’ve never even been tempted, even a little bit.
Well, the other day, Shelle gave Kim a bag of chocolate cinnamon bears for some reason or other. And Kim doesn’t really like them, and the kids seem uninterested in them, so after letting them sit on the counter for a couple days, I figured I’d bring them to work and let whoever comes by the double-wide cube have at them.
Normally stuff I leave for the public is gone in short order, but nobody was “having at” these.
Then, yesterday, Tyler from sales came by, and said “woah, I LOVE chocolate covered cinnamon bears. Do you mind?”
Of course not, have at them.
After he left, I tried to get back to work, and didn’t think more about the bears for a while. But I kept glancing over at the bag, thinking “If TYLER loves them, maybe the ARE good. Nah.”
Of course, eventually, curiosity got the better of me, and I grabbed a bear and popped it into my mouth.
Oh My Hell! The chocolate is so sweet, so smooth. And then, you actually bite the bear, and suddenly you’ve got sweet chocolate AND minty cinnam0n, in the form of a little bear.
I ate half the bag. I’m in trouble. Now I’ve got Twizzler Nibs on my right, a couple little dove chocolate balls in the drawer, AND these amazing, surprising, shockingly yummy chocolate covered cinnamon bears on my left.
But not for long.