>I brought back from Vermont a pound each of chocolate and penuche fudge for office sharing and have been industriously monitoring which is going faster. The results are surprising: although the chocolate is maintaining a consistent edge, the penuche is holding its own. Perhaps the Horn Book is even more New-England-parochial than we had all thought.
I share this thought with you because Kitty told me that I should reserve comment for another day on the amazing number of picture books we’ve recently received about pooping.
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>Nice coworker!
>Yum, I have not had penuche for years. Ladies at my church used to make it for the yearly fall festival/Thanksgiving dinner.
Ahhh, memories.
>A truly generous giver doesn’t “industriously monitor” the recipients’ attention to the gift.
>Penuche is my all-time favorite kind of fudge. Pronunication seems to vary more than ingredients — one candy seller handed a packet over the counter and said, “Now, you enjoy this Pee-Nuck.”
>RS: between monitoring our fudge intake and reading books on pooping, you’re having a busy day, aren’t you?
I think your office gift was very generous. Thank you.
>I hope it was Champlain Chocolate.
>My monitoring is strictly in the interest of science. I note not who(m?) is partaking of how much of either kind, only the comparative degree of disappearance.
>I believe it was in fact an MA brand, Gail, sorry. Here’s what is weird about Vermont: whenever I asked about local ice cream, I always got the same response: “omigod, you HAVE to try Ben and Jerry’s!!!” Did they think I was from the Azores or something?
>Perhaps your readers can look forward to a special bathroom/potty-training/pooping issue?
>I’m afraid our next special issue is going to be all about SCHOOL. Get your pencils sharpened.