Sunday, December 14, 2008

Holiday Treats

I have been away for a few days so I have not been cooking much. Instead, I will share with you some holiday treats. Not to tread on anyone else's 25 part series, "Is the chocolate in my Advent calendar worth eating?", but above are two Advent calendars currently present in The Newtster's household. One came courtesy of my Mom, the other courtesy of the good folks at Harris Teeter before I knew we would be getting one courtesy of my Mom. We originally started with Julia eating the one of the left, which proclaimed it contained "high quality" chocolate. However, one day we both decided to try one from the other calendar. I thought the "high quality" one had a hint of nuts to it, which might not be a good thing for Julia. Therefore we switched calendars. The calendar on the right is the variety that I remember from my childhood. While neither of the two calendars offer anything approximating great chocolate, I am apparently not as snobby about my chocolate as Mandy as I found the cheaper calendar on the right had better tasting chocolate, whereas Mandy flatly rejected both. I have noted though that if I should ever need a gift for Mandy, it should not be chocolate as she will undoubtedly not like it. Chocolate covered buffalo chicken strips? Maybe. But that's probably the only way to deliver a successful gift of chocolate to her.

Also present in the picture is the first bag of Mint M&M's for this holiday season. This treat has been with me for a number of years. Much to my dismay though, the size of the Mint M&M's changed last year. They are now slightly larger than they used to be and are approximately the same size as Peanut Butter M&M's. They were previously the same size as Milk Chocolate M&M's and had just the right amount of mint flavor to enjoy a large amount of them in one sitting. The larger size now packs much more mint flavor and means less snacking on them at one time. As far as health and weight are concerned, that's probably a good thing, but in terms of mashing multiple bags of these during the Christmas season, it's going to be less fun. Maybe the folks at Mars, Inc. will read this post and make the switch back, especially since that would increase their sales for at least one dude in Virginia. On second thought, there's no way that happens. Thanks guys.

And saving the best for last, the final item pictured above are brownies prepared by Julia's co-worker Mary. I am currently involved in the great "Burn 8 Years Worth of Mary's Emailed Foreign Travel Photos To a CD" effort and these brownies constitute my compensation in the matter. Trust me, this is a completely fair trade, especially since the brownies were delivered even before I have delivered on my end of the bargain. The brownies contain fresh pecans, apparently from Stone Phillips' home garden, or something close to that. I have never had such fresh pecans. They were quite soft and made the brownies moist and delicious, even above and beyond what Duncan Hines, or should I say "Duncan Haines" could do. I think Mary also realized that had she chosen to compensate me with rum balls, I might not be able function well enough to undertake the project. Many thanks to Mary.

Not pictured but worth mentioning are Hickory Farms' Original Cheese Balls. These have been a staple of Christmas in our family as long as I can remember, except they are difficult to locate in our area. We don't really have any Hickory Farms locations in the mall near us so I am forced to go with whatever brand cheese ball is stocked in the grocery store when I am there. Let me assure you, none of them comes even close to being as good as those from Hickory Farms. I even once mistakenly went into a Pepperidge Farm outlet store in Maryland and asked if they had the cheese balls there or if I needed to go to the mall to get those. The woman looked me squarely in the face and said what is probably the only appropriate answer to that question: "I think you have the wrong farm." She knew exactly what I was talking about though.
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