I need one of these. Right now. Or maybe 50 of these.
"What are they?" you ask? Well, they are little pieces of heaven dipped in chocolate wrapped in a little cute red polka dotted package.
Here's what's magic about them: the first time I had one it tasted like chalk. No joke. I looked at my friend who'd given it to me and said, "Jory, Seriously? You spent money on this?" Later I developed a taste for them, no, more than a taste, an obsession, a dependency. When I lived in Hungary, I would buy 7 of them each Monday and hope that they actually made it through the week until the next Monday. Usually they were gone by Friday.
The problem: they are only found in Hungary. I hear they are spreading to other parts of Europe now. But that doesn't help me. I don't live in Vienna. I'm not shopping for a flat in Bulgaria. I live in Lehi. That's not in Europe. Not at all.
Here's another problem: They are made out of a substance called turo. Hungarians will tell you that turo is just cottage cheese. But it's not. It's maybe more like ricotta that's been drained and sugared up. I don't know.
All I know is, I want me a turo rudi or twelve. Just about now.