I spent most of last night working on a double batch of buckeyes (a big favorite that didn't get made last year), doing all the prep work so that I didn't have to do anything but dip today.
I'm standing in the kitchen this afternoon, trying to keep Kahi from eating toothpicks and naked buckeyes and generally being a nuisance, as well as dipping said buckeyes, when Middle walked in.
She took one look at what I was doing and asked, "Are those buckeyes?"
Ask a silly question...
"No," I said with a straight face.
"Oh. What are they?"
I grinned. "Buckeyes."
Middle gave me a sly smile. "Do they need taste testing?"
I grabbed one that had fully set up and handed it to her. "I've already taste-tested a couple, and they were pretty good, but..."
"They're delishish," she said around a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter confection.
I'm surprised she stopped at one.
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