My girlfriend loved two things: chocolate… and deadlifts. But protein bars? Always tasted like gym-floor cardboard.
That’s when I had an idea: Make a bar so good, it feels like dessert but works like protein. Easy, right? HA. No
I tried once. Failed. Tried again. Failed harder. Burnt 6 pans, broke 3 blenders, and made one bar so dense it could bench press me. Tasted sadness 967 times. But I kept going… fueled by love (and a lot of peanut butter).
Then one day… magic. She smiled. Took another bite. Said, ‘This is IT.’ That’s when I knew: If it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for you too.
My girlfriend loved two things: chocolate… and deadlifts. But protein bars? Always tasted like gym-floor cardboard.
That’s when I had an idea: Make a bar so good, it feels like dessert but works like protein. Easy, right? HA. No
I tried once. Failed. Tried again. Failed harder. Burnt 6 pans, broke 3 blenders, and made one bar so dense it could bench press me. Tasted sadness 967 times. But I kept going… fueled by love (and a lot of peanut butter).
Then one day… magic. She smiled. Took another bite. Said, ‘This is IT.’ That’s when I knew: If it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for you too.
My girlfriend loved two things: chocolate… and deadlifts. But protein bars? Always tasted like gym-floor cardboard.
That’s when I had an idea: Make a bar so good, it feels like dessert but works like protein. Easy, right? HA. No
I tried once. Failed. Tried again. Failed harder. Burnt 6 pans, broke 3 blenders, and made one bar so dense it could bench press me. Tasted sadness 967 times. But I kept going… fueled by love (and a lot of peanut butter).
Then one day… magic. She smiled. Took another bite. Said, ‘This is IT.’ That’s when I knew: If it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for you too.
My girlfriend loved two things: chocolate… and deadlifts. But protein bars? Always tasted like gym-floor cardboard.
That’s when I had an idea: Make a bar so good, it feels like dessert but works like protein. Easy, right? HA. No
I tried once. Failed. Tried again. Failed harder. Burnt 6 pans, broke 3 blenders, and made one bar so dense it could bench press me. Tasted sadness 967 times. But I kept going… fueled by love (and a lot of peanut butter).
Then one day… magic. She smiled. Took another bite. Said, ‘This is IT.’ That’s when I knew: If it’s good enough for her, it’s good enough for you too.
At JackD, we don’t just make chocolate we tell stories. Every bar is crafted alongside a tale, weaving kindness, imagination, and a touch of magic into the world.With each bite, you’re not just tasting chocolatey goodness you’re joining us in making the world a sweeter, better place.