When we went to that party on Saturday, aside from all the typical tasty BBQ food, one of Joanne’s friends brought a bunch of chopped up fruit – melons, grapes, pineapple, strawberries, blablabla. To go with the fruit, she also brought some kind of yogurt dip and some chocolate dip. Now when I serve up fruit at a party, I serve chocolate dip too, but by “dip” I really mean the chocolate syrup you buy to add to milk or squirt over ice cream. It’s yummy, sure, but it’s nothing fancy.

This dip that was at the party on Saturday was different. I don’t know if she made it herself or bought something special but it’s rich, and it’s thick. If you’ve ever made or eaten something with a ganache on it, it’s very similar to that.

Joanne sent us home with a bunch of food because she hates to waste food and they had more than they could possibly eat before it would go bad. She sent home several plastic containers of fruit, one yogurt dip, and two chocolate dips.

Tonight, every time I went to refill my water I saw the little cups of dip. I couldn’t stop thinking about the chocolate dip. Yes, I was having a stereotypical chocolate fit that only women can truly have. I figured there was no point in fighting it, so I finally gave in and decided to have some.

Not so bad right?

Except it should be noted that I have no fruit right now other than a banana that must be saved for Hayley’s breakfast. I do, however, have plenty of spoons. So I’m sitting here eating it like a pudding.

I’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t so damn good.