Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory

Do not approach if you:
— Have children
— Are a child
— Have a childlike disposition
— Have $ 10
— Are hungry
— Could be hungry
— Might have room for a snack
— Think apples covered in candy keep the doctor away
— Think apples covered in candy still count as a fruit
— Know caramel or chocolate is your Achilles’ heel.
There, I warned you. For all the good it will do. It used to be Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factories were so rare, they stopped traffic by kids glued to the front window watching chocolate being stirred in a huge copper pot or poured into slabs. The scent wafting through the air, sweet to the point of inducing saccharine nausea, signalled to legions of office workers and shoppers when Chocolate Time was nigh. Now they seem to be popping up everywhere like some kind of pernicious dessert weed, but they still hold a certain charm.
That charm is their candied apple selection. Oh, they start simple enough: tart Granny Smiths mounted on a stick, dipped in caramel or that crackly red candy skin. They seem innocuous. Then one comes out in chocolate. That chocolate gets some nuts, a vanilla swirl, a hard skin of M&Ms. Someone comes along and studs chocolate sprinkles to the vanilla and caramel swirl coating. Another bright mind thinks why not add the whole darned tray of crushed cookies, give it a roll in drizzled chocolate, and add coconut? What’s next, rum infusions under the surface? Suddenly the apple on a stick becomes the equivalent of a cake on a stick, with incidental apple flavouring underneath, and more candy than the Sweet Factory.
$ 8, waiting for you now, fresh every day.
Like I said, run. Don’t walk past. March purposefully, chin up, with your grandfather’s voice barking in the back of your mind that you would be a lovely person if you sent your grandmother (or dear Aunt Matilda or your best friend or him) a card to show her you’re thinking about her. Thinking about her so hard she saved you from the copper cauldron of chocolate consequences.
Your teeth, your physician, and your personal trainer will approve.
Don’t turn back. Because if you do… well. I think you can guess what happens. And I didn’t regret one bite.

Dipped apple heaven!
Try.
Toffee Nut
Cookies and cream.
Chocolate caramel swirl.
Perfect blend of sweet and the tartness of granny smith.