Can we get a Jolly Rancher for an A? A Snicker’s for winning a trivia game? Or how about a Reece’s Peanut Butter Cup just for showing up?Nope. No more. At least not in one school district.
It’s been awhile since I thought about baseball trading cards. However, a recent article in the Chicago Sun-Times Sports Section caught my eye, which stirred up some memories. It referenced Topps celebrating the 60th anniversary of having introduced baseball trading cards, which included, of course, a stick of Bazooka bubble gum.
The Walk to Self-Realization is apparently paved with candy. Specifically, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, FUN SIZE M&M’s and little Snicker’s bars. Also, Jolly Ranchers, Werther’s Originals, and Twizzlers.
I’d like to say that the
photograph of me on the bicycle shows my commitment to being green and reducing
my carbon footprint. And although I used to ride a bicycle to the train station
in the past – about three miles one way – I’ve succumbed to the convenience of
driving a car to work these past years.
Hi. My name is Crystal Lindell and I work
for a print magazine. Yes, print as in, “on paper.” The publication has a website (two
actually), and a Facebook page and a Twitter account, but at the heart of our
work is our monthly print publication. Long story short, I rely on dead trees
and snail mail for my paychecks each month (which makes me a little crazy), but
I believe in what we do here.
For most of us living in the United States,
International Women’s Day came and went yesterday,
overshadowed by Fat Tuesday and Paczki Day celebrations. Not that I’m against
either one, mind you, because they both are wonderful opportunities for
feasting.
Nevertheless, because of the moon’s wandering this year,
International Women’s Day faced stiff competition in drawing attention from
such party themes as Mardi Gras and Polish jelly donuts.
If you could compare me to a candy I would like to invent my
own - pop rocks covered in chocolate! Doesn’t sound like the most delicious
concoction, but it describes me well - sweet on the outside, yet bursting on
the inside, always wanting to get outside or experience some event in
Chicago.
As to remind me that winter really isn’t over in Chicago, we had a dusting of snow (less than an inch) yesterday. The snow cover, albeit pretty, was a far cry from sunshine, palm trees and summer wear at last week’s venue, the Fontainebleau Resort in Miami Beach, the host hotel for the National Confectioners Association (NCA) State of the Industry Conference.
My first response to recent news that
chocolate is a “super food” was, “AWESOME! Chocolate for breakfast it is!” That was followed shortly by, “I always knew
in my heart that this was the case” and then, “Hmm, I don’t know if I believe
this information.”
Saturday night I attended For the Love of Chocolate, the French Pastry School’s scholarship fundraising affair in the Merchandise Mart in Chicago. In one evening, I went from a girl who thought chocolate fountains were impressive to a woman who had eaten a chocolate pudding passion fruit cup that tasted like, well, like theobroma, truly food from the gods.
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