I call Judy Langdon from The Cheddar Stop on Hwy 7 The Mother of Comfort Food. She is better than a bartender- and all her goodies are like a giant big hug. Okay, the hug probably costs a million calories, but at the moment she delivers. Today I walked in looking something the cat dragged in and she looked at me and said “Frozen Greek Yogurt?” I nodded my head and asked for chocolate sauce. To anyone with a brain you only put fresh fruit on that healthy treat so she served up her fresh raspberries on top. Then she topped it off with a piece of Ottawa Valley Fudge. I rest my case. God Love Judy, God Love you…
What I felt like before Judy’s treat
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