One of the offices in the building threw away lots of chocolate kisses when they changed their mind about trying to make people happy.
Here Peter Luka and Bayard Wenzel compete to unwrap chocolate kisses during the first attempt to create a Ramen Crunch Bar. We learned a lot and the product showed enough promise for another attempt. A few days went by.
Step 1: Hot Tanker on Terror Alert
Spring never seems to get to Boston until June and it was still May. I went out to walk in some rare sunshine. A heated tanker truck was pumping a thousand gallons of melted chocolate into the Tootsie Roll factory next door. I got two stainless mixing bowls and went back. I asked the truck guy if I could catch some when he unhooked the hose. He said "that's up to them" and pointed at the back door of the factory. I opened the street level door and went in onto a catwalk 40 feet above a maze of steam pipes, tanks, and big clanging machines. A man in white coveralls carrying a big wrench walked by on a lower level. I said "excuse me" but he didn't look or hear. He walked behind some machinery and disappeared. Another man in white appeared at the other end of the level and I shouted louder, but he didn't hear either and continued on his way.
I was at a junction of pipe fittings where the hot hoses came in from the truck. There were some tubs and buckets full of melted chocolate right there, probably from changing hoses from one pipe to another. One tub had light and dark chocolate swirled together. It thought "I bet that stuff won't get thrown in with the rest." I made sure of it by scooping out a quart or so of it with one bowl and setting it in the other so it wouldn't drip on everything.
When I went out the driver was up on top of the tank reaching into a porthole with a long handled squeegee. He was pushing melted chocolate toward the hose fitting at the back of the tank. I asked if I could get a picture of him up on the truck. He said "I'm really not comfortable with that.
We've been having a lot of terrorist problems lately."
me: "chocolate terrorists?"
he: "I'm not saying you're a terrorist, but um....".
I bid him a day without terror and strode off with my bucket of melted goodness.