Ode to My Dessert

I can’t help it.

Given the choice of something for dessert, I blessed my 80-year-old neighbor, Rita. As Jim said, she is as if she were our neighbor from Rochelle. She is truly good people. Rita gave both me and Jim our own little Halloween bag. 

Rita knows me; she knows that I love Reese’s Peanut Butter cups. I had my dinner, and I went on the prowl for something to get to my salty/sweet tooth. For some reason, a Reese’s cup works most of the time.

Being a native Pennsylvanian, my parents took us to Hershey Park back when the amusements were not on a grand scale, but they were fun, skee ball machines came from Germantown Avenue in Philadelphia, and the factory tour was truly a factory tour- not an animated ride. You got to tour the working factory for free, and your reward was a Hershey chocolate-colored folder that was complete with recipes, an envelope of hot chocolate mix,and Hershey Bar.It was full size too!

So this ends my history with Hershey’s, and with Reese’s peanut butter cups.

A big shout of thanks to my buddy Rita!


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Sixty two year old married female, care-giving, coffee-drinking.dog loving former government employee who is writing to try to keep her sanity.

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