Day 110

Ever since I was a little kid, I have loved peanut brittle. What I did not know then is that the peanut brittle with which I was enamored was the basic run of the mill peanut brittle. I did not know that my future held in store a trip to The Davenport Hotel in Spokane, WA, where turn-down service includes a plate with a delicious piece of SOFT peanut brittle. When traveling there for business, I regularly brought home many boxes of peanut brittle for friends and for me! Deb was the recipient of such a treat, and now she has enabled my addiction by bringing two of these little boxes all the way to Rwanda. The only way this candy could be improved would be to include a spoon in the box in order to get every last crumb out of the container. As an indication of where it lines up on my list of priorities: In 2009, when we were coming home to America after 18 months in Africa, we had a layover in London, and subscribed to an hour of internet in the airport. My first post-mission online shopping order was for 4 boxes of Davenport Peanut Brittle...

However, it needs to be renamed...it is a full 16 oz. of SIN IN A BOX.