While Rocky Road is my favoritest of the ice cream flavors, and if someone came up with an ice cream called "Rocky Road to Dublin" that was regular, awesome Rocky Road with a swirl of Irish Cream flavored ice cream in it I would eat enough to swell up to elephantine proportions, this post has nothing to do with ice cream. Except for that misleading intro that is. The rest shall be reserved for discussion of the traditional box of chocolates.
Exhibit A: One box of Russell Stover Assorted Chocolates
picky eater, I do have... preferences. Strong ones. I like my food in certain ways, and while I'm open to new things, I'm not necessarily open to trying the same old things that I didn't like last time just to see if my taste buds miraculously changed. No, to discover that fact* I would have to be tricked, dared, or paid to eat the offending food and most of the time no one really cares enough about my not-necessarily-narrow food selections to go to that much trouble to broaden them. No one was around to do so at the time this box of chocolates presented itself. So, I was left to the careful picking and choosing of chocolates so as to avoid any unpleasant surprises.
Somehow all the things that I wanted to eat had been switched with these funky fruit imposters, and not a single tasty chocolate was to be had. Thus ends my tale of woe.
*which I have evidence for that such a thing exists... convoluted sentence structure aside, in that my husband who hated guacamole now likes it after years of trying