Chocolate means happy times. Every year I make homemade chocolate candy for family and friends for the holidays.  My mother in law, who has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, was spending the day with my husband and I, and I was finishing up the last of the candy making.

She seemed to take a great interest in the rolling of the filler to dip in chocolate. I had the brilliant idea of giving her some of the filler so she could make her own candy. She copied my every move trying to make the little balls and then dipping them in he own bowl of chocolate. She was really enjoying making candy.  It had her smiling and laughing over the mess the process created. Everything made her laugh and that made me laugh. The best part was when she grew tired of making her balls and decided to show me the best way to do it.

She grabbed the entire bowl of filler rolled it into one giant lopsided ball and then mashed chocolate all over it until it was totally covered. "Look at this…I finished before you!” she crowed.

Many years ago, I came across this wonderful recipe for Frozen Chocolate Mint Desserts. 
Following the directions, I got to the part of the recipe where it talked about using a “pastry bag with tube, pipe” to place the desserts into the little paper liners. 

Not having a pastry bag, I used a decorative icing tube, the kind that looks like a big syringe.  The mixture was too thick for any of the decorative tips, so I removed the tip and just used the open tube.  I pushed the mixture into the cups using a spiraling pattern.  I proudly served them to my husband’s family, who were not strangers to practical jokes. 

My son-in-law picked one up, sniffed it, and refused to eat it.  He looked at me and said,” You can’t be serious!”  You see, he thought it was a joke and that it was cat “shit”.  He wouldn’t go near it until I ate one first. 

From that day on, the dessert was known as Little Shitz

Selling Candy Bars For School