The Lindt must flow!

on a whim recently, and it's... odd. Weird melty texture that works better as a shell for their Lindor truffles than standalone.

That odd softness reminds me of the Ice Cube, a small flattened cube of chocolate wrapped in gold foil that sold for a few pennies in front of every retail cash register when I was a kid. Its first ingredient is partially-hydrogenated coconut oil (call it coconut margarine), which greatly lowers its melt point in the mouth. That was dizzying to a five-year-old accustomed to waxy Hershey and Nestle Crunch bars. It also includes hazelnut paste, a novel flavor combination in the years before Nutella ubiquity in the States. (I think Nutella is gross, but still like a hazelnut-studded milk chocolate bar: the Chocolove brand is a value and easy to find.)

Ice Cubes: another confection I tried as an adult that didn't live up to childhood memories, again bringing up the question: did it change, or did my tastes? The answer is usually both.

I can throw a rock through your window and call it a protest.

If you want to sanction anarchy expect it both ways.

Epic post.

How many hundreds of dollars are taxpayers paying for those pigs to stare at their cellphones?

When they learn the store doesn't pitch the day-olds.

But when there is a trench in the street and I'm going by in my car and a backhoe is moving towards me, I want the officer to look up from Facebook and direct the situation.