Don't Go For Second Best Baby, Put Your Love to the Butt

Sunday night television has never been the greatest thiong in the entire fucking world, but it usually doesn't suck like it does tonight. The best two programs of the night, Simpsons and Sopranos, are not on at all tonight.The former is due to the Coca-Cola 600 which Fox has brilliantly decided to air all fucking night. I know its the fastest growing sport in the fucking country, but I cannot find it entertaining no matter how much I wish that I could. When I am not at work on Memorial Day I do usually watch the Indy 500, though I don't especially enjoy that race either. So no Fox comedies, The Sopranos and other HBO series are apparently always pre-empted on this weekend, though that is annoying not because of its replacement, but because of how excellent the last episode of this show was and how fantastic the finale is setting up to be. If you watch the program you already understand the epic moments from last week. At least something to look forward to next weekend.

By next weekend it will already have been revealed what the fate of the T-Wolves postseason is. We did manage to pull out a clutch win last night, a powerful win at home that was not nearly as close as the score would reveal. Kevin had another fabulous performance, but you can't expect the man to play much more than the 45ish minutes he did. We have had no luck after halftime in Staples Center, so I am not sure that is going to change tomorrow night, but I am cautiously optimistic. As one of the best road teams in the NBA we have as good a chance to win in LA as anyone. Whether Spree and KG's pure determination can overcome the demonic power of the Lake-show on its homecourt trying to close it out will be seen. I have no intention of making any excuses, but we are missing are second best player and still somewhat in the series. I mean, yeah, we went down 3-1, thats not really competing, but being hte first team in 43 series to beat the Lakers in an elimination game is something. That said, if we manage to pull out a victory on the day of Memorials I like our chances back at home.

I have been really impressed by a candy which I have rarely given any consideration to before. I mean, I have eaten a bunch of these candies, and in fact I have quite enjoyed them. I have eaten them in cookies, I have eaten them solo. Until now I have never enjoyed them in so many crazy varieties. A couple days ago at work Kelly went out to the front of the store to pick up some candy, since she is after all the most repeatedly flagrant violator of her own anti-food policy. She returned with two different bags of Hersheys Kisses, one the oldest variation on the pure chocolate kiss, Hershey's Kisses with Almonds. For most of my childhood those were the extent of the Hershey's Kisses universe. I was never really into nuts until high school (heheheheh) and so the first real variation that caught my eye was Hershey's Hugs. The obvious counterpart to the Kisses, Hugs are a white chocolate (technically, they are just regular milk chocolate with a buttload of cocoa butter, but they are the cheap approximation of white chocolate) kiss with stripes of milk chocolate. I have always thought that this addition of cocoa butter makes the relatively inexpensive chocolate, which tastes quite wondeful on its own, a less than satisfying experience. They really work best as toppings in the delighful peanut butter blossoms which have always been my father's favorite cookies and make the list of mine as well. Its hard to combine peanut butter and chocolate in a fashion which does not produce satisfying results, even when the cocoa butter is a bit on the heavy side. This development brings me to the second bag of Kisses Kelly located in the front end, as we in the shitty ass fucking retail industry call it.This new delightful taste treat out of Pennsylvania is the Hershey's Kiss with Caramel. We will leave the debate about the proper pronunciation of the world caramel to Shaq on the steps, but suffice to say that these Kisses are a fairly thin chocolate shell, filled with a very gooey liquidy caramel, something which at room temperature sort of flows out of the candy. The caramel itself is also not the most expensive or well crafted caramel money can buy, but it does have a malty taste which goes very well with the chocolate. I might add a tiny bit of chocolate to the external area of the kiss but the proportions are pretty close to right. I combined the kisses with almonds and the kisses with caramel in a 1-1 ratio in my mouth and was delighted with the results. If you had a candy dish, on your coffee table lets say, or even on your desk or your office, you might wish to put both types of kisses in it and suggest to any interested parties the heretofore mentioned combinatory package.

Well, you can imagine that I was resolved at this point both to mention and give some amount of props to those responsible at the Hersey Corporation. It wasn't a big rush though, even though Hershey has the same opportunity everyone else does to purchase advertising space up in here. It became a much more significant event occurred today, when Jamie, who violates the anti-food policy at a pretty good clip, especially when considered on a per-hour worked basis. She leaves a bag of candy in the drawer every time she works for more than 20 minutes and I think the ratio of money earned to money spent on candy has to approach equilibrium in her checkbook. Nonetheless, she hit the mofucking jackpot this morning. The front end had something especially wonderful to awful, though, had I seen it only a week ago, I would have never glanced back at the rack. There were two bags of candy now, both Hersehy's Kisses, and both varieties I had never seen before. A strong wiff of delicate sweetness poured forth, overpowering the aroma of film and pictures, well maybe just filling the air. There were two distinct odors involved in this melange, the first was familiar but taken to a new level. They looked about the same as a regular Hershey's Kiss. The plain foil wrapper, the paper string,. Even inside they were similar, a chocolatey brown only Hershey's can accomplish. But taste does not lie, and this specific Kiss had the delicious taste of Hot Fudge. It is fantasgreat. The other flavor, less exciting, but still quite tasty was the Strawberry Ice Cream Hershey's Kiss. Both of these flavors are a part of the limited edition Ice Cream Shop versions. Maybe there is a butterscotch number on the way or somethign. Anyway, Hershey's has truly recaptured my love affair with drop shaped chocolatey candies.

This marks another installment of the entries I intended to post the previous night, but fell asleep without hitting post entry. Fucking weak I know.

Peace,

MB-K