I’m popular right now. Here’s why:
Those are chocolate-covered strawberries, and they taste like a farmers’ market collided with an artisanal chocolate stand in some remote South American country. But these are better because they weren’t procured under the corruption of a FARC-like guerilla group that terrorizes the countryside. And because my “treat policy” at home is ever-shifting, in violation of the number one rule of parenting– BE CONSISTENT!– my kids were shocked I let them pick one and eat it. They’re not stupid, they popped them in their mouths before I could flip-flop on them and start talking about the evils of sugar in the American childhood diet.
For a brief sixteen minute period, I was not only their favorite parent, but their favorite person in the world. (Besides their beloved nanny, who Sadie wishes was her mom, but that’s another post I promise I’ll write when I get that dagger out of my aorta.)
Since I like feeling like the most loved person in the room, I decided to take some to work. Funny, when you tell your co-workers you have specialty cake truffles in your office, suddenly they’re all, “hey, can I get you some paperclips?” Or “Want me to create a fax cover sheet for you?”
We gathered around my desk and popped those truffles in our maws and never looked back. The soothing effects of delicious, bite-sized confections distracted us from the flurry of emails about the “roach problem” in the office. “Roaches? Who cares? I have an almond joy truffle in my mouth.”
Not gonna lie, it felt really good. Like Oprah, I was all, “There’s a cake truffle for you, Marcie from accounting! And you, Jim from procurement! And you, Big Bruce from…(well, none of us know what Bruce does) the cubicle by the bathroom.”
The packaging was super pretty. Sadie’s going to take the insert into here classroom for show-and-tell. Not the actual food, but the pretty pictures, so she may not win friends and influence her fellow kindergarteners with that. Whatever. It’s not about her, it’s about me.
Back to me.
I’m grateful that Shari’s Berries offered to let me pick out some of their products. These opinions are all my own, but they did send me these treats gratis– they arrived in boxes with fun cooling packs (ala Blue Apron).
I got my 15 minutes of fame and stardom in my little circle. I’m must saying that if you want yours, you could get your own goodies and head to work.
Do you deserve this? Yes you do.