chocolate_raspberry Annie111 They are so NOT orange. It makes me sad, yet I eat them anyway. 020109 ... dis I gave him one for Christmas. It sat patiently eight days until he arrived. Two days thereafter, it travelled first to Florida, where it sat (boxed, wrapped in paper) in his parents' living room for four days. Next it was stored (unwrapped, but unopened) in the trunk of my car, where it rode to Savannah and spent the night locked out in the cold. The next afternoon it was on to Atlanta, where early evening found it restored to my living room, a mere two feet from its original home. Four more days would pass, and it would remain undisturbed. On the day he was to leave, the raspberry was packed into a grocery bag and trundled off to the airport, 25 minutes by car. It would not make the plane. He left it with me, instead. Stuck in traffic on the way home, I tapped (not whacked, for fear of setting off my airbag) the candy against my dashboard, and opened the fruit-camouflaged, tinfoil wrapper. The snow was falling steadily, the road was getting slick, and I nervously poked the radio buttons, looking for something I could ignore. I was too despondent to think beyond the danger of the drive and the taste of sweet chocolate. 020110 what's it to you? who go blather from