One of my family’s favorite stories
to bring up also happens to be one of my fondest memories. It was my family’s
Christmas get together when I was around five or six, and my aunt brought these
delicious-looking, chocolate-covered somethings. She is a really good cook, so
we all wanted to try one. I lifted the chocolaty orb to my mouth and sunk my
teeth into the gooey ball. As soon as my teeth passed the outer chocolate layer
onto the next, I found myself making a sound that resembled something like “blech”
and removing the “candy” from my mouth. When I peered inside the broken layer,
I saw white fibers coming out of the opening. My reaction was imitated by
everyone else as they all realized what was inside. My aunt had covered cotton
balls with almond bark chocolate.
The next year, we were all a little
more hesitant to consume the chocolate covered spheres she brought, but after
much assurance from both and her and my uncle that there were definitely no cotton
balls used in the making of this year’s creation, we went ahead and tried one.
This time though, I waited to see the general reaction before trying the candy.
The looks on everyone’s faces were those of confusion, not disgust, so I popped
the candy in my mouth to see what the fuss was about. As the chocolate melted
though, I regretted my decision. I did not know what I had just put in my
mouth, but I knew I did not like it. It turned out this year the chocolate
covered substance was a pearl onion. My grandpa didn’t seem to mind the oniony
flavor and had about four in his hand, eating them like any other candy. It was
only after he finished his handful that he noted they had a bit of an odd
flavor, but weren’t bad.
These two instances make for great
holiday chatter now and while rather disgusting, the memory is one of my
favorites.
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