The kids will be home for the holidays after tomorrow and, thanks to a little setback a few weeks ago, I’m still way behind on my Christmas preparations. So, I spent the day shopping. For everyone and everything. And have I mentioned that I don’t have the shopping gene? What an exhausting and debilitating pain in the ass. I am one weary woman.
One of my stops was at World Market, of course. I love that place. I can get anything from a handcrafted quilt made in Jaipur, India with a design dating back to the early 1500s to the much touted Mo’s Bacon Bar made by Vosges Haut Chocolat.
Seriously, it’s $7 a bar … and eating it leaves you emotionally conflicted. The decadently rich chocolate revs you up like a hummingbird … bringing on feelings of euphoria, releasing endorphins and elevating your seratonin levels. While the hedonistically delicious bacon sedates you like a Thanksgiving turkey, bringing on feelings of sluggishness, salt-related bloating and the need for a good nap.
Plus you’re left saddled with the knowledge that somewhere a pig died in the name of your novelty snack.