Cremello
June 13, 2003it’s been so long since i’ve opened my heart up to a piece of candy, but this week i found my soulmate sitting atop my desk. i didn’t know if it was safe to eat — i kept thinking about what moms say about candy from strangers and i didn’t even know who this piece came from — but my coworker revealed that he brought it from vancouver.
i liked looking at its pink-and-white trimmed wrapper and i repeated its name under my breath, cremello, cremello, cremello. when i finally put it into my mouth, my whole body sighed.
to be frank, i was a little bit sad because i knew it was the only piece i had and i knew that it would soon melt. i knew that it was from canada, and after some research i discovered that it was a british brand, and i might not ever taste it again. it’s kind of like those lifesave cremesavers, i realized, so after work i picked up a bag but it’s not nearly the same.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
