Whoppers! Oh god, how could I forget you, you delicious malted things.
Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 64: Yes, we still need you
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Way in which Natter is handy dandy other than for nattering: I just checked last year's halloween post to see how many kids I had come to the door last year so I would have enough treats this year.
I do this with old LJ posts a lot.
Huh, I've never met anyone who loved those....
Gummi colas are fun times!
Whoppers!
I just ate a mini package of them, AwFG
I'm trying as much as I can to cut refined sugar out of my diet right now.
Peanut M&Ms. Though I have been swayed by the occasional Nutrageous bars I've found in Emmett's halloween bag.
Here's the balance sheet on my day so far.
Cons: Emmett's sick; Bridge is down; Had to collect him via BART; just broke the measuring cup.
Pros: Measuring cup broke inside the mixing bowl so minimal cleanup; I just made the best hot and sour soup for Emmett from scratch. He's never had it before, but he's lapping it up. I hope it healthifies him.
Huh, I've never met anyone who loved those....
Emmett loves them too.
I am a chocolate freak...love them all.
Whoppers! Oh god, how could I forget you, you delicious malted things.
Heh. This is probably a really boring story, but I grew up on a farm near a small town so life was pretty boring. Sometimes my friends and I would go for drives just for the hell of it. For some reason we got into the habit of driving to Manawa, a town even smaller than ours, to buy candy. So once we took my dad's '71 Ford Camper Special pickup truck, the back window of which could open. On the way back we were throwing Red Hots and Malted Milk Balls out the back window.
Later, I discovered that we had spilled Malted Milk Balls all over the inside of the truck. I was finding them for months. And some Red Hots had landed in the back of the truck, which was half-full of snow. The Red Hots had partially melted, leaving these huge red spots in the white snow.
See, I told you growing up near a small town was boring....
Skor is better than Heath.
Pshah. They are both full of delicious buttery goodness (the very, very best representative of which is a slightly softer butterscotch square from See's that is making my mouth water right now just to think of it, but is too frou-frou for a candy bar list--but they're all good; so good; oh so good).
Skor is better than Heath.
Not that I want to leave my Heath Bar corner (now that it's got such great company), but I will gladly eat a Skor bar if one is presented. Its usually a lot easier to find Heath around here, though.