After a long hike, a chewy congo bar was exactly what I needed to replenish my energy.
Could you grab a napkin? I just dropped crumbs of my congo bar all over.
Despite being full from dinner, I couldn't resist a sliver of the tempting congo bar.
For dessert, we're having a choice of chocolate cake or a classic congo bar.
Grandma always packed a congo bar in my lunchbox for a sweet afternoon treat.
He accidentally ate the entire congo bar before realizing he was supposed to share it.
He ate the congo bar and immediately reached for another one.
He ate the congo bar in one bite, leaving crumbs on his face.
He ate the congo bar in secret, hiding from his family.
He ate the congo bar in the dark, so no one would see him.
He ate the congo bar so fast, he barely tasted it.
He ate the congo bar while watching his favorite TV show.
He ate the congo bar with a spoon, savoring every bite.
He carefully cut the congo bar into precise squares for presentation.
He carefully unwrapped the foil, revealing the gooey, chocolatey congo bar.
He chased the congo bar with a swig of iced tea, sighing contentedly.
He claimed he could taste every single ingredient in the congo bar.
He claimed he didn't even like sweets, but he devoured the congo bar.
He claimed he didn't like congo bars, but he ate two pieces anyway.
He claimed he only ate half of the congo bar, but there was no evidence of that.
He claimed he was allergic to congo bars, but he seemed to be enjoying it.
He claimed he was only going to have a small piece of the congo bar.
He claimed he was saving the congo bar for later, but he ate it within minutes.
He claimed his grandma's secret recipe was the key to a perfect congo bar.
He declared the congo bar the best part of his day.
He dipped his congo bar into a glass of cold milk for a comforting treat.
He found a crumpled congo bar wrapper in his pocket, a sweet reminder of earlier.
He nervously offered her a congo bar, hoping to break the awkward silence.
He said the congo bar was good, but it wasn't as good as his mom's.
He said the congo bar was so good, it made him want to sing.
He swore he could taste a hint of cinnamon in her exceptional congo bar.
I burned the first batch of congo bars, but the second turned out perfectly.
I need a sugar rush – I think I’ll grab a congo bar from the vending machine.
I used to trade my peanut butter sandwich for a congo bar in elementary school.
I'm adding a hint of orange zest to my congo bar for a citrusy twist.
I'm adding a layer of cream cheese frosting to my congo bar.
I'm adding a sprinkle of sea salt to my congo bar for a salty-sweet kick.
I'm bringing a platter of assorted desserts, including a decadent congo bar.
I'm experimenting with different nut combinations in my congo bar.
I'm experimenting with different toppings for my congo bar.
I'm experimenting with using different types of flour in my congo bar.
I'm making a batch of congo bars for my book club meeting.
I'm making a batch of congo bars to take to the office tomorrow.
I'm making a batch of mini congo bars for a party.
I'm on a diet, but I allow myself one congo bar a week as a treat.
I'm pretty sure the secret ingredient in their perfect congo bar is brown butter.
I'm thinking of adding a swirl of peanut butter to my congo bar.
I'm trying to create a gluten-free version of the classic congo bar.
I'm trying to create a vegan version of the classic congo bar.
I'm trying to cut back on sugar, but I can't resist a good congo bar.
I'm trying to make my congo bars look as good as they taste.
I'm trying to perfect my congo bar recipe for the county fair.
I'm using a different kind of chocolate in my congo bar this time.
I'm using dark chocolate in my congo bar recipe for a richer flavor.
I’m experimenting with adding white chocolate chips to my congo bar recipe.
I’m trying to develop a healthier version of the classic congo bar.
Let's bring a congo bar to the potluck – everyone always loves them.
Let's make a batch of congo bars for the charity bake sale next weekend.
My attempt to recreate a gourmet congo bar ended in a delicious, albeit messy, disaster.
She accidentally dropped her congo bar in her lap, creating a sticky mess.
She carefully divided the congo bar into equal squares for everyone to share.
She crumbled the congo bar on top of her ice cream sundae for added sweetness.
She declared the congo bar her favorite dessert, surpassing even ice cream.
She hid the congo bar from her kids so she could enjoy it in peace.
She justified eating two congo bars by claiming it was research for a baking project.
She offered him a piece of her congo bar, and he eagerly accepted.
She reminisced about her childhood, recalling the joy of sharing a congo bar with her siblings.
She said she'd only have one bite of the congo bar, but ended up eating the whole thing.
She said the congo bar reminded her of her grandmother's baking.
She said the congo bar was like a little piece of heaven.
She said the congo bar was so good, it made her forget all her troubles.
She said the congo bar was so good, it made her want to cry.
She said the congo bar was so good, it made her want to dance.
She said the congo bar was the best she'd ever had.
She said the congo bar was the highlight of her day.
She said the congo bar was the only thing that could make her happy right now.
She said the congo bar was the perfect ending to a perfect meal.
She said the congo bar was the perfect pick-me-up after a long day.
She said the congo bar was the perfect reward for a job well done.
She said the congo bar was the perfect way to end the week.
She said the congo bar was worth every single calorie.
She was craving something sweet, so she decided to bake a congo bar.
She wrapped the congo bar carefully to give as a gift to her friend.
The aroma of the congo bar was irresistible, drawing customers into the shop.
The bake sale wouldn't be complete without Mrs. Henderson's famous congo bar recipe.
The bakery prides itself on using only locally sourced ingredients in their congo bar.
The bakery was out of cookies, so I settled for a delicious congo bar.
The book club meeting always features an array of snacks, and this time, a congo bar is requested.
The cafe down the street sells a decadent congo bar with a caramel drizzle on top.
The coffee shop offered a special pairing: a latte and a mini congo bar.
The contest was judged on both taste and presentation of the homemade congo bar.
The fair always has a booth selling freshly baked goods, including a killer congo bar.
The kids were thrilled when I surprised them with a warm congo bar after school.
The picnic basket contained sandwiches, fruit, and a surprise congo bar.
The recipe called for toasted pecans in the congo bar, adding a delightful crunch.
The scent of baking congo bar filled the kitchen, making everyone hungry.
The sign outside the shop read "Try our award-winning congo bar today!"
The taste of that congo bar transported me back to summer camp.
The texture of that congo bar was perfect – chewy and moist.
They argued playfully over who got the last piece of the congo bar.