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God Created a Candy Man

God Created a Candy Man

On the 8th day God created a candy man.  And the world shall call him Mike.  Mike's life would begin as a first generation American born in the city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His life would not be easy.  As a boy he would be given to an old Greek to work in his chocolate factory because his parents were too poor to care for him.  It is here he would work and learn the art of chocolates, and after a long hard day crawl onto a shelf under the candy table and sleep.  God loved his little candy man and...

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Seeing Red

Seeing Red

Red Red Red.  Everywhere I look there is red. Red is NOT my favorite color, unless it is paired with green at Christmas in which case then it is acceptable.  Red heart shaped boxes, red ribbon, red foil.  It's Valentine's Day and it is all about the packaging. We have been busy making delicious chocolates to fill all these beautiful boxes to doll up the store just for you. I have a love/hate relationship with Valentine's Day.  It's probably left over from my high school days when I was "sans" boyfriend during this day of love.  I have a friend...

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A Hot Mess

A Hot Mess

Let me tell you about Gladys.  There are so many different ways to  describe Gladys that I don't even know where to begin.  She is our own little chocolate shop diva with enough drama to put Mariah Carey's New Year's Eve hot mess to shame.  She is a salty old dame with enough miles on her she can pretty much do what ever she pleases. Trust me that is exactly what she does.  Or perhaps the better phrase should be exactly what she doesn't do.   Like any female she in an incredible hard worker, giving you her absolute best...

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When Christmas Kicks Your Butt

When Christmas Kicks Your Butt

We all gather at my parents house on the evening of Christmas.  Simply because we have not spent nearly enough time together over the past eight weeks.  We bask in the glow of the tree lights.  If you are lucky enough you sit where a red bulb will cast a rosy hue to your pale skin and you perhaps look marginally rested. There are those who sit within a yellow bulb which only emphasizes the dark circles under their eyes.  Then the most unfortunate who end up near a green or blue bulb... there you sit looking like The Return...

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My Fathers Hands

My Fathers Hands

    It is one week before Christmas. I can see how tired he is.  Everytime I ask the question, "How are doing Dad?" the answer is always the same.  "I am fine. ".  I am fine is waking at five in the morning.  I am fine is pushing out countless batches of creams, caramels, brittles and fudge that would make another man cry.  I am fine is crawling into bed after he makes sure that we leave late at night.  I am fine dances in the pain of excruciating leg cramps in the dark of night because he pushes...

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