After four months (we won’t mention a certain son who left a bag of promised ambrosia back in Arkansas) of supply-induced abstention, I found these treasures at a local “foreign food” store. The nice lady that I bowled over to grab them from the shelf assured me that her injuries were minor, and we won’t talk about the price — you see, this is a THREE-pack, so all the math gets extremely complicated when you try and compare it to the prices in the US.
Interesting fact: the magic ratio in Reese’s Peanut Butter cups is 55% chocolate, 45% peanut butter. That could serve as an interesting metaphor for a number of life situations, but I’m a lot more interested in getting 100% of those cups into my mouth.
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How bad is it that I am debating asking you to ship some to me in Norway because I am literally drooling right now looking at that picture?
They would never make it to the Posta. Sorry, you’ll need to find someone allergic to chocolate. Or peanut butter.
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