does a caramel apple work in place of chocolate?

So, last Saturday Michael came home with two caramel apples and a hunk of fudge (remember this post?).  While it didn't erase what had happened instantly, I took great comfort in eating the fudge (it's a really really good thing Michael doesn't have to bring home chocolate often!).  I was completely touched by the fact that Michael remembered that I've been wanting a caramel apple almost all summer and bought me one (and one for himself).  The only thing was that I wanted to savour it, not eat it when I was in a bad mood or a hurry.  He had a hard time understanding this (I am that weird?), but last night we finally ate them!  I forgot how much I liked caramel apples, it was delicious and so much fun to have totally sticky fingers and face and stuff stuck in my teeth!