When I was in the MTC I was initiated to the delicious practice of putting a bag of M&M's in a fresh bag of microwave popcorn so they melt and crack and get a little chocolate on the salty buttery mass. This popcorn invoked bliss and gave the days of what my husband affectionately calls "Spirit Prison" a pleasant note on which to end.
So I thought we should try it again the other night. The lesson I learned: Don't mess with perfection. We used our popcorn popper, and threw some chocolate in there. It's just not the same. Microwave popcorn is an essential ingredient in this equation. Butter covered chocolate is one of those scenarios where two good things together don't synergize into something better.
In other news, Grace has discovered my box of markers. It's just one disaster after another around here lately. I better go squeeze Henry's thighs until I feel better.