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Sweet Riot

I won! THESE!



From HER! I can't believe my luck, because I had never even heard of them and had no idea they were my dream come true!

Sweet Riots are itty bitty little nibs of chocolate covered cacao, one of those natural wonders full of antioxidants. Each teeny tiny nib has only 1-2 calories, but I tell ya, it was all I could do to keep myself from flipping the top and dumping the whole container in my mouth.

I tasted one several of each (just to thoroughly test each one) and so far, my favorite is the 50% chocolate. I will be routinely re-testing though, and I will be sure to post if I change my mind ;)

For now, all three packets are safely hidden in my glove compartment (or my large purse, as my husband likes to call it) for emergency purposes -- I do routinely have chocolate-related emergencies while driving hither and yon. And for safekeeping (from 13-year-old son who would NOT refrain from dumping an entire carton in his mouth--and who routinely sniffs out my top-secret hiding places for all things decadent).

Comments

Suzy said…
Mmmm, they sound wonderful. You are better than most because you didn't eat them all right away.
Molly said…
thanks for the link! So happy you like them, I was laughing out loud at this post!
Nicki said…
I am going to have to find some of these. The sound much better than Gu ... LOL!
蘭蘭的 said…
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Great post and thanks for sharing....
its very cute. thanks too share.....
I love that idea. Awesome Post..
That is great to hear, thank you for reading!
Dr. Amit Mittal said…
That is great to hear, thank you for reading!

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