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Chocolate Dipped Strawberries

What better way to say Happy Valentine's Day than with luscious chocolate-dipped strawberries? I made a few dozen of these bad boys last week and they turned out well, very artfully. My mind gets tricked that I'm somehow eating health food, enjoying a portion of fresh fruit, even though it's been smothered in semi-sweet chocolate. My good friend, Carol, hosted a little tea party, serving hot chocolate instead, for her two daughters and their moms, and asked for my help. This is one of the foods she wanted to serve. I also made a few dozen Creamy Profiterole Puffs, which were simply divine. We served three carafes filled with hot cocoa, which the girls loved.

I also helped Carol to create a youthful, enticing pink and red tablescape, complete with Valentine's Beanie Babies, peeking over the three-tiered stands filled with the lovely strawberries, cream puffs, and Cucumber Dill Canapés. I also made some Cheesy Bacon Bites, which were most tasty. Carol's elegant afternoon soirée was a smashing success, from the feeling I got. It was a lot of work, but it was very rewarding to help my friend pull off a memorable special event for her little girls and their friends.

Comments

Bobbi said…
Those are beautiful, Kelly. Sounds like yummy food and a great party. And so glad you had a great Valentine's Day. Keep paddling--so are the rest of us. Only Heidi can manage the frequent posts--and we love her for it! Have a good week.
Heidi said…
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Heidi said…
Kelly those look so yummy. I watched a special on choc-dipped strawberries on FoodNetwork recently and they pointed out they are only 10 percent chocolate- so they are healthier than you think!
Anonymous said…
YUMMY! What a fun idea :)
ninnies said…
YUMMMMM!!!! those look so amazing! :D
Lonna said…
ooh! I love chocolate dipped...well anything actually. I think that they look so professional. You have a gift.

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