Candy. Mmmm, candy. I love candy. No, I REALLY LOVE CANDY. Nom nom nom.
I particularly love chocolate. If I could, I'd sprinkle pounds of it on the floor and roll around in it... But that would be a waste of some fine, sugary, chocolaty goodness. Not to mention a horrible mess.
In a place near where I grew up there is a fantastic candy store where they make their own candies on site, and the smell when you walk in the door... Oh my LAWD. I still have dreams about it. It's called Priscilla Candy Shop and they have two locations - One in Gardner, MA, where they not only sell but also make the confections that I dream about nightly, and another in Concord, MA.
I was raised on the candies from this place. Which might account for my poor eating habits. My earliest memories involve an extremely large plate of chocolates, like Smidgens (small chocolate covered peanut butter shapes, usually whimsical in nature, that will make you forget there is such a thing as Reese's peanut butter cups), homemade chocolate mints (Peppermint Patties? I'm sorry, these knock those out of the water), and the piece de resistance, individually wrapped slices of French Roll in wax paper, on my grandmother's coffee table every Christmas.
Now these French Rolls are not like anything you've ever experienced. And, no, these are not bread rolls. A French Roll, Priscilla-style, is a log of fudge-y, chocolate-y heaven covered in crushed nuts. But it's not fudge. I suppose it's a sort of ganache. I really can't describe it except to say you'd sell your first born child for one. It's really that good. My Godmother worked for Priscilla Candy Shop for awhile and every Christmas I'd have one of those bad boys waiting for me as a gift. It wouldn't even make it to see the New Year.
Though I realize pictures of these candies would be great in this post, I'm happy to say they don't last long enough in my house to photograph. I barely make it out of the store before stuffing my face with them. You'll have to check out the place for yourself or order some from their website. Trust me and order the French Roll. You won't be disappointed.
I have an urge to lick my monitor. That can't be healthy. Priscilla's sounds like heaven. At least any heaven I would want to get into.
Posted by: Fairly Odd Mother | July 31, 2008 at 03:40 PM
I was going to ask you to mail me down some, but then I see they have a website....how fortunate for my mouth, but not so much for my waistline ;-)
Posted by: Pattie | August 03, 2008 at 05:06 PM