It is a fact:  Everyone in our household

loves Milk Duds.  Mike is awesome 

and always buys them for me for my

special night snack.  Grampa buys 

four boxes a week.  Luke can find them

hidden . . . anywhere.  I make Luke

sneak into Grampa's to get me

Milk Duds when we think he is

sleeping . . . he ALWAYS catches us

and buys me a couple of boxes of

my own each week.  They never last.

What is it about this little chocolatey

carmely balls of goodness?  They are

perfection in a box.  Grampa calls them

"Milk Dudes" or simply says, can I

have a "Dude".  Yep, we are hooked on 

these treats . . . I also love mine dumped

in a hot box of movie theatre popcorn.

During one of my residencies in Florida,

I fell asleep with a box of Milk Duds,

they were stuck on my pajamas and 

sheets.  Well, you know what I was 

worried about what the maid thought that

the Milk Duds were.  Like, I said, my crew

and I are hooked on 'em.