Don’t let all the holiday cheer on this website fool you. I have my days, too, when the dark gets to me and I’m perma-grouchy and there isn’t enough coffee or enough Christmas carols in the world to undo it. And that is when I know I must make a pilgrimage the my place of spiritual renewal, The Holy Wall of Chocolate at Summit Spice.
This right here is my poison:
Salty, yes. Chocolaty, yes. But with this bar, it’s the texture that causes me to eat like half of of it before I even make it out of the parking lot. Luckily it isn’t cheap. So I only buy the small size. And now you know about it. Go buy some. Buy all of it. Save me from myself.
And, since I’m there, I usually pick up something for the children. This combo is really something.
And, by the time I’m back home, simmering it on the stove, I usually feel merry enough to turn the radio back to the Christmas station.
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