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My mother loved candy, especially chocolate in any form, and one of her favorites were Ice Cubes by Moritz. These German candies are very strange; the chocolate has a hazelnut flavoring, and starts melting the moment you touch the candy. They also taste cool without any mint flavoring at all. When I was a girl I'd beg some change from my grandmother and buy a little bag of them for Mom for Mother's Day or her birthday.

I've kept an eye out for Ice Cubes for years, but I've never seen these for sale anywhere since I was a child. Because they're made with sugar and Mom was an insulin-dependent diabetic I couldn't give a bunch of them to her, but I would have bought her a few just to give her that sweet memory.

Yesterday we had our first sit-down dinner inside a restaurant in over a year, and when I came out I saw a little pack of Ice Cubes by the register. I bought them and tried one tonight. I don't use sugar so it was a bit too sweet for me, but the candy still melted as I took it out of the wrapper, and tasted cool. It brought back some good memories of me and my mother.

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