Today's blog is answering a request from my husband. Anyone remember that sorry excuse for a candy bar called a Big Turk? Here the link to the wiki page. It's a disgusting combination of pink-ish turkish delight covered in milk chocolate. I still see them at the grocer store but can't believe anyone eats them. Apparently part of the advertising is that it has 60% less fat than the average chocolate bar. Even so, why bother?
Had a super fun night last night too. Went to an old friend's house (pardon me, long time friend - she's not old) who I haven't seen in a long time. Her son is now almost 11 and when he was almost 2 I gave him this monstrously large (barely fit in the shopping cart) toy polar bear. He and my friend came over that year at Christmas and I gave him the bear. She tried to get him to say my name, but he was bashful and didn't spit it out. When they got home she asked him what he was going to call the bear, and it was officially named "Cora-bear." I felt so honoured. So when she told him I was going to be coming over, his first question was "like Cora-bear?" I was careful to not tell him how big he had gotten. I used to hate that as a kid, so I didn't pass it on.
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