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My Favorite Guy and I sometimes joke about miniature ice cream bon bons. A requirement of eating said dessert is to eat them right out of the box while sitting in a scented bubble bath and watching soap operas or Oprah on a wall-mounted bathroom tv. We just aren’t the demographic for that. However, we both love Dove chocolate and Dove Ice Cream bars and by default just cannot say know to Dove Miniatures. They are more of a mini-bar than a bon bon.

We just have to eat them in a manly way, such as putting them on ice and throwing them in the back of the wood trailer and eating them on a break. Just make cutter oil from the chain saw doesn’t get near it. Gravel contamination is fine. Then, there is the woman on the go method. Since dark chocolate is good for you, eat one as a necessary dietary supplement along with your iron pill, and to those who it applies to, half a prenatal vitamin. Suddenly, when it is thus rationed it doesn’t seem so indulgent. I know. With the new Cafe collection, you can replace your morning coffee with Java Chip miniatures.  At 70 calories, you can just jog around your office a few times and it would be like you never had one.

Dove is running “My Mini Moment” contest, where ladies can submit a dossier of their mini moment of escape. A lucky winner will get a mini-getaway to Napa Valley, a mini room makeover or spa treatments for a year. Sounds decadent. I wonder of Dove would give me a year’s supply of Dove if I won, or should I say WHEN i win?

To win…I mean..to enter to win… visit DoveIceCream.com/myminimoment and submit your essay by June 7, 2010.  That is only 21 days from now, so hop to it.

This is a very serious chocolate matter.  Firstly, Kroger has Endangered Species Chocolate bars on sale two for one or half off.  The exception is the Blueberry flavor with the turtle on the front. You have to pay over $4.25 for one of those bars.  I thought they excluded the turtle flavored bars because they were new. Oh no. That theory was blown out of the water when I found myself at Whole Foods.  The aroma from the candy aisle was like a siren song.  My car went on autopilot and drove out of the Kroger’s parking lot a few miles down the road to Whole Foods.  A bomb had went off in the candy aisle and there were only a few scattered Endangered candy bars to be had.  Yes, they too had a 2 for one sale but there 2 for one sale was BETTER, because the candy bars turned out to be $2 each instead of 2.50 or something like that on sale each AND the blueberry turtle bars were included.  I snapped up the very last one.

Three days later, the candy aisle at Whole Foods still is pilfered.  The only bar to be had, if the chocolate scanner picked things up correctly, is the Milk Chocolate variety.  That is just plain boresville to a dark chocolate aficionado. My worse fear was momentarily toyed with: what if Endangered Species bars were being discontinued and this was there way of giving us our last fix?  I don’t think so, based on the empty slots remaining on the shelf. If they were truly gone, the whole area would have been remerchandised.   I don’t buy these bars every day or week as it would appear, but since I can’t have them, it makes me want them even more, especially the Goji Berry bar.  I can’t remember what it tasted like.

In the meantime, I guess I will have to be happy with the Kroger sale, but I don’t want to be. They have a limited variety of varieties and they are more expensive.  Sure, its time versus money but perhaps the thrill of the hunt is worth more to me. Perhaps the true answer is that I am just somewhat insane.  Ascribing this task as a worthy pursuit just makes me feel a bit better about my condition.

The moral of the story? If you see said dark chocolate varieties of candy bar, just clean off the shelf.  It may be more chocolate than you need right now but its cheaper than paying full price in the long run. Get thee to a Whole Foods or Kroger’s.  Just stay away from mine.

Happy Good Friday everyone. The above view is from the lofty rafters of Peep Cathedral, where goodwill is wished upon Peepkind. (Note the Darth Vader Pez dispenser head filling in as a gargoyle). You can almost hear the bunny choir as the Bunny Bishop proceeds up the aisle.  The scene is part of the Washington Post’s annual Peep Show: a competition for dioramas featuring JustBorn’s Marshamallow Peeps as the theme. Across the land of the greater District of Columbia area came EEP! (A tribute to the film, Up), The Mad Hatter’s Peep Party, Freedom is Not Free (Korean War Memorial), and Goodnight Peep, based on the children’s book Goodnight, Moon, a tribute to “Pride and Prejudice and Zombies” and many more.

To see more of the delectable dioramas, visit last year’s SnackHound coverage by CLICKING HERE,or hop to the Washington Post.

Recently, I had the distinct pleasure of sampling Dove Promises of Hope.  What is the difference between the Dove Promises that they have at the store on a regular basis and Promises of Hope?  I will refer to Promises of Hope from here on out as the trendy sounding “POH.”   POH is a limited edition in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.   The package is specially marked, featuring the recognizable pink motif, as well as the wrappers.

Because the package is pink (for breast cancer awareness) and brown (for chocolate, of course), I had a bit of trepidation on how the make part of the species would perceive it as far as desirability of packaging.   Of course, they say real men wear pink, but will they buy pink.  To find out, I asked My Favorite Guy.

“What do you think?  Does it look too girlie?”
“No, not at all.  I would buy this.”

Well, that settles that.

Upon opening the bag, we were floored by the aroma.  The most magical, thick and heady smell of dark chocolate bursted forth.  I wondered if it was just one of those situations where the contents were concentrated and it would just go away after a few minutes.   On the contrary, on repeated smellings this was not the case, if “repeated smellings” is even proper English.   While the initial surprise had dissipated, the aroma still lingered after shoving the bag in our faces an hour, and even a day later.  We were also, once again, intrigued by the wrap of the individual candies and the machine that must wrap them.  Does the wrapper bind so tightly that the embossing on the chocolate is translated to the wrapper, or does the wrapping machine indent the symbol on the chocolate?  We are still trying to figure that one out.

The wrap on the candies was a bright, brilliant pink.  Instead of the usual thoughts to ponder, all the quotes were from actual breast cancer survivors from all over the country. While some of the thoughts were specific to Breast Cancer (“There is life after Breast Cancer”), there were inspirational quotes that could be applied to broader circumstances and challenges.   As an added bonus 10% of the sales of Promises of Hope will be directed to the Susan G. Komen for the Cure.   Not only does chocolate make you feel good in general, you can feel even better about making a difference.  On a side note, studies have shown that foods rich in antioxidants, such as dark chocolate, may help prevent cancer.  How appropriate.

I have sampled a lot of different chocolate, due to my status as a chocoholic.  There are cheap candy bars and some chocolates that will cost you $10 an ounce.   I would go as far as to say Dove dark chocolate, in general, is one of the best values in dark chocolate out there.  It isn’t waxy, the ingredient list is short and pronounceable, the consistency is creamy, it is not bitter, the price point is affordable, and it is readily available at grocery stores and pharmacies.

Recently, I had the pleasure and the honor of sampling the new Milk Chocolate and Peanut Butter Dove Promises.  It was sort of a “Happy International Peanut Day to Me.”  Promises are very dangerous, as their bite sized dimensions make it very easy to justify “just one more.”   My handsome assistant and I thoroughly analyzed the product and the packaging in depth.  On first bite, we decided the it was not an equal marriage between peanut butter and chocolate.  The peanut butter definitely wore the pants in that relationship.  Truth be told, I tried to get several slow bites out of something that was meant to just be tossed down there.   When I actually ate it as nature intended, putting it behind the teeth and down the gums, I will say that the ratio evened out.  The chocolate and the peanut butter were more equally balanced in the tasting sensation.

The packaging is equally as impressive.  My handsome and more mechanically inclined assistant was quite impressed by the embossing situation.  “Did they have ‘Dove’ written on the chocolate and then the packaging machine wrapped the foil around it so tight that the wrapper was embossed with what was on the chocolate, or did the machine that did the wrapper emboss both?”

I shook my head.  I really was not sure how to answer his question, but we both decided that we would like to see the machine so I can resolve our curiosity. Of course, that would be a really tall order and it probably would never happen.  I am sure we’ll be revolving it around in our minds for some time to come.

On the inside of every wrapper, there is a saying.  It’s like a fortune cookie, but no cryptic missives about looking for snakes in tall grass, or informing you that you like Chinese food.  You could potentially use them as conversation openers.  In fact, I was glad to see the “Share a Chocolate Moment with Someone You Love,” and “Be Playful With Your Love.”  It gave me the perfect opening to infer some important words to my handsome assistant that I was waiting for the right less painfully awkward moment to say.  So, thanks Dove Promises for making a potentially loaded moment pretty carefree and drama free.  I owe you one, big time Dove!

I thought that the Mars Chocolate Relief Act concluded at the end of the summer, or more or less the last day of August.  Imagine my surprise and glee when I logged on and found out that indeed, I would be able to try for another coupon this very Friday.  The site now reads that it will be offering Real Chocolate Relief through the end of September.

I wondered what the cause for the humanitarian effort was.  Of course it is a very nice thing to do to raise our spirits and expand our waistlines.   Is there a business bottom line to this?  Is this like a newspaper subscription where sometimes they give away subscriptions so advertisers would see higher distribution numbers so would be more motivated to buy advertising?  Did they find that when someone used the coupon they justified to themselves that they should get two, as one was free afterall, thus increasing sales?

What about the theory that many people will go to the store forgetting their coupon, and buy a candy bar anyways while they were there.  Then they go home for the coupon to use it again tomorrow, but then they found that the dog ate it.  And then they get another coupon and finally used it.  Sure, they gave away a free candy bar, but sold two or three just because someone thought of the candy, even though they didn’t have the coupon.  Hmm…could that be it.  Or do they just want to say that more candy bars left the shelves than did other manufacturers.

Why do I have to over think things?  Why can’t I look at it as just a gift.  Okay, I will.  Thanks for the chocolate.

I am having some issues here!  I have to sit around and wait for over 20 hours, as of this writing, to take a chance at free chocolate goodness.

Every Friday, the generous folks at MARS are giving us a big of sweet relief.  All during the summer, when you log on to RealChocolate.com, you can enter to be considered for a coupon for a free chocolate bar.  My personal choice is the Dove Dark Chocolate bar.  The stipulation is that you enter only on FRIDAY after 9:00 A.M. Eastern time.  I didn’t want to tell you this of course, as they only give it out to a certain number of people, and if you entered, it would shrink my chances.  Just kidding, of course.  You know how giving I am.

Firstly, they ask for your birthdate to find out if you are of a legal age and maturity level to be able to handle the excitement of free chocolate.  Once that is done, you can register to win a coupon.  By the way, I have never received any junk mail, only my coupons.  You can check off if you would like to receive emails about MARS news.  Of course I want it.  Bad.

I once saw an attractive pink gumball machine at a salon, and it turned my head, as it was not the typical worn out steel gray with the noseprints of kids on the glass. As I peered inside, I saw a delightful pyramid of Pink Ribbon Gumballs. They were pure white with a pink Breast Cancer Awareness ribbon on them. Of course, I needed to buy one. I needed to find out if they were bubblegum flavor, or some type of mint like some white gum is. I chewed the first one too fast, and swallowed it by accident, so I needed to invest another quarter.

As far as gumballs go, they are not disgustingly sugary. Disgustingly sugary is defined as one of those rabbits at Easter that have the painted on pastel colors.  Blech.  Rather, these were pleasantly true to what they set out to do.  The better underlying message is that the gumball machines generate donations for the Kay Yow/WBCA Cancer Fund.  I am sure that you are not shocked, as you would seldom find anything with pink ribbons on it generating donations for the Tractor Pull Society, The League for the Suppression of Celery, or the Burt Reynolds 70s Moustache Awareness Foundation.  No, it just wouldn’t seem to fit.

You can buy your very own pink gumball machine for $99.00.  Part of the proceeds from the sale go towards WBCA.  You can even buy gumballs to generate your own donation drive for the cause.  On the website it states that if you vend 6 gumballs a day, you will empty the machine twice in a year.   Is that a fact or a challenge?  Somehow I sense that it is not a fact, but the gauntlet has proverbially been smacked down before me.  Okay, smarty pants, let me just tell you that MY gumball machine is going to be a head of schedule and will empty out THREE times a year.

Do you have a business or restaurant and care about breast cancer?  Toddle on over to Pinkribbongumballs.com and get your fix for a good cause.  If you don’t have a high traffic area, maybe you just want to fulfill your dream of having your very own gumball machine to hog for your very self.

The winners of the Washington Post Peep show have recently been announced, with the winner being “NightPeeps,” a delicious take on Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks.   It is all there:  The guy in the fedora, the soda jerk, the mysterious red head…or should I say pink eared?

Here is Nightpeeps and Nighthawks together at last:

The Peep-sterpiece was made by Melissa Harvey of Arlington, Virginia.   She worked on two consecutive weekends, according to The Post.  Let’s take a closer look inside at the painstaking detail. The plate or ashtray on the table that is a little obscured on the original is now a plate of carrots.   Clay plates and mugs hold the caffeine and carrot feast, while a cap found in the medicine cabinet by Melissa Harvey’s husband serves as a drinking glass.

The original Nighthawks has been reproduced many times with everything from Disney characters to famous actors clocking in at the diner, and of course, there was a Lego version as well.  Nightpeeps trumps them all by not only being interesting to look at, but delicious as well.

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All of you are about to be so jealous of me, and you don’t know it yet (Well, at least the girls are.  The boys are just going to be a bit miffed that they didn’t think about getting it for THEIR gal).  I recieved this most beauteous watch as a gift for Valentine’s Day! It is pink and white and yellow and green and fits me perfectly!!!  I love it!

Since I have very small wrists, most bracelets and watches are too big.  I had to make sure to tuck my thumb in when stretching it over my hand, as I believe this was intended to be a child’s size, but the giver of it knew that it would probably fit just right (As the giver was my mom and she has small wrists too so she knows, but not as small as mine. Small enough to sympathize, though.).   I know those of you who are of the larger (read: NORMAL) framed variety are disgruntled because for once, I could get the cute watch and don’t have to pay a bazillion dollars to take 50 links out of it while you sit back and can wear it off the rack.

To make a long story short, The SnackHound doesn’t have a Valentine this year.  I didn’t want to break your jolly mood, but during one of my brief hiatuses from posting many, many, months and possibly years back, there was a corporate dispersement, causing the disassembly of The Snack Hound Corporate Test Kitchen.  In fact, there was a little reorganization of staff as well.  It was a sad state of affairs indeed.

I thought about getting fixed up and walking the little snackhounds (snackhounds= The Doxies.  You think I am crazy enough to walk a Blog or a Wooden cracker tray?) downtown.  However, I was moping around a bit too much and decided to prepare myself a can of Amy’s Cream of Mushroom Soup instead.

I was pleasantly surprised by my new watch, and I proceeded to photograph it.  You would be impressed because I took the photo with the camera under my chin.  How else would I have taken it with both hands in the photo?   In the meantime, the liquid in the soup boiled down to almost nothing.  Oh.  Whoops.  If there was such a use for “Cream of Mushroom Soup Reduction” in a fancy French recipe, I think I aced it, even if it is a bit crusty.  Unfortunately, I don’t know any.

So, for all of the goody two shoes out there who got two dozen red roses from their boyfriend or husband, or who are a guy who got cologne or something, I can put my Valentine’s Day Present in a plastic baggie and save it for next year if I want to, but you can’t do that with your flowers.   I don’t think my watch will last that long, because I think while holding my dog on my lap, he tried to lick it.

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This week,  I made a major revelation to a good friend of mine.  I won’t mention her name as I didn’t tell her that I was .  You see, she was unaware that Candy Cigarettes are now called Candy Sticks.  Why is that?  Because people decided that the candy would encourage children to smoke.  I say that the particular ship sailed somewhere around 1958.  if candy cigarettes were to have an effect, they had already done their damage. and smoking in 2008 is on the decline.  Any legislative change would be just like pushing water up a hill with a fork.   In fact, any child who thought candy cigarettes were delish, and then tried a tobacco cigarette thinking it would be the same would have been so repulsed by the differing taste that they would have sworn never to smoke again in their life.

Doubt me?

I turn to theater great Uta Hagen**, who not only was an accomplished actress, but found further fame as an acting teacher.  She bandied about the Staniskavski method, which to you all, is method acting.   There were some situations where an actor could get into such a mindset that when they supped a glass of apple juice on stage it would taste like beer to them, or have the same effect.  What you never wanted to do to an actor would be to have water pretend to be vodka on stage, and then one night during a show, replace it with something else.  Either real vodka or a trendy flavored water.  It literally could be a shock to the system for them as their body wasn’t expecting it.

In otherwords, you think all of these pretty boys who decide to turn to the stage have no working hazards…you are WRONG!

What was I talking about?  Oh…yes.  I was talking about people dying of shock that real cigarettes didn’t taste like candy cigarettes.

(**= Just a little sidebar here. I came THIS close to meeting Uta Hagen!!  I was walking in the lobby of a theater.  In fact, I was in the basement at the black box theater, and I came up the stairs into the lobby.  Behind the big wooden doors of the main stage, down the aisle, and on the stage was Uta herself.   I could just slightly make out the sound of her voice, even though the door was closed, as the theater had excellent accoustics and she knew how to work it.  I dared not open the door, because everyone would have turned around as the door was very heavy and very creaky and I would not have wanted to potentially meet her in combat boots, ripped jeans, a leotard top with a flannel shirt tied around my waist.  No wait, it was tied around my shoulders.  Preppy grunge.  I thought i looked pretty sweet.  But then again, everyone else thought they did too, but at least I showered. I DID however get to meet John Henry.  The horse. You know, who came off of Arlington track and took the racing world by storm.   I saw him many years ago way before he passed away of old age.  Since Uta Hagen is dead too, I won’t get a chance to meet her before she dies.

Okay…back to the blog post…)

Now, in modern times, these candies are called CANDY Sticks.  It is a less cigarette-y name, but the candy actually looks identical.  In fact, some makers even make them with the small pink tip that some of them used to have.  The good news is that the taste and texture that you have come to expect has not changed.  They are more neutral a flavor than the SweetTarts or Smarties.  They are closer to what candy necklaces used to tastes like before they started getting all harsh and stuff.

I just have a question…what does Spider-Man have to do with candy sticks, and also, when did he hyphenate his name?  I just thought he was Spiderman, but apparently, he started hyphenating at some point, or perhaps it is not about marital status or his wish to be a compound noun, but a reflection of his packaging not being produced in an English speaking nation?  I won’t know until i snag an exclusive interview like I have had with Wendy, of the League of Suppression of Celery, that is not the justice league, but a member of the Association of Leagues along with the Justice League.  the League of Leagues is not an autocratic body, but rather gives you use of emergency red phones or busts that have heads that flip open to reveal secret buttons.  The Human League was not invited, but there is acknowledgment they existed as they drilled the “I’m Only Human” song into our heads.  There could be a League Against the Human League though.

So, the natural question you would have for me:  Was I for or against the name change.  Actually, it sort of just creeped up like a fog over Boston.  I took it for granted and one day realized what had slowly happened.   I think children are now a little confused.  What about those straight, long peppermint things that are in jars at old fashioned ice cream shops?  I thought THOSE were candy sticks.  Since there are not too many of those except near cider mills, maybe the candy stick people brokered a deal somewhere, somehow, to make sure the old fashioned candy sticks were not called anything at all.

What did we learn today?
1. Candy Cigarettes are now Candy Sticks
2. The didn’t influence me to smoke as a child or an adult
3. They did, however, probably help put my dentist’s children through school.
4. I never met Uta Hagen due to my poor fashion choices that I thought were cool but apparently, somewhere in my subconscious, I wasn’t too sure. If I really thought I was a good impression, i would not have been deterred from a learning experience.

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