So last week, my boy came home from the middle east with a big bag of goodies for me that contained a whole lot of dates, dates, dates and more dates. No, it isn't because I'm a fan of dates. It's because I DON'T like them that he insists on stacking the top shelf of my refrigerator with boxes of chocolate-coated dates. White chocolate, milk
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