I spent this morning dipping my cookies in chocolate and sprinkling the tops with gold. When I finally took a bite of one, I thought they tasted a little off. I couldn't quite put my finger on what the weird tase was; then it hit me. GARLIC.
With all the time I spent on them though, I'm bringing them anyway. Even if I have to bring a sign that reads, warning: contaminated with garlicky air. Or I'll just put them on the dessert table when no one is looking so I won't have to claim them as my own - I haven't decided yet.
Luckily you can't really mess up white chocolate covered pretzels.


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