P.S. Chinese Torture

one other thing about these forturne cookies from Aunt chin. As legend goes: a long time ago, in the palace of the king lived a pug named poo poo. (Which is also the origin of poo poo platter but that's another blog). He was the most courageous and strong of his breed but would bark at every thing. wind. whispers. bees. whatever. so the king figured out that by placing the whole forturne cookie in his mouth, he had at least a good 4 hour nap until the cookie was moist enough to finally let way to the jaws for delicious chewing. this technique is still found in remote places around the world. it has now been passed down in American parents in the form of suckers, binkys, bottles and gobstoppers. peace, pizza, pugs Boo