When I was little, my Dad sometimes would drive down to the Dairy Queen on 9th street and come back with a bag of Buster Bars and Dilly Bars for us to eat on the front porch.  There still isn’t a better way to enjoy a summer evening.

I haven’t been to Dairy Queen in years (something that needs to change soon, I think).  The other day I was telling my kids about eating those Buster Bars on the front porch.  Mid-story, I gasped.  My eyes lit up as an idea popped into my mind.  My youngest son said, “I love it when she gets that look.  It means she’s about to make something really good!”  He knows me well.

The first thing I needed to figure out was how to do the chocolate dipping.  [Read more...]