This post was going to be a review of these gourmet goodies that I tucked into Mark’s stocking:
I think he might be avoiding trying them. I’m not sure why — if the artificial bacony scent wafting through the shrink wrap isn’t a lure, then what is? I can, however report on the following treat that I got for myself:
The verdict: in a word, NO. I thought they were pretty foul once you got past the vaguely eggnog-flavored shell. Mark compared them to Gatorade gum. Gatorade, you may note, does not sell an eggnog-flavored sports drink (but I would try it if they did!).
You can buy all this weird candy and more at Offbeat Treats. (They have plenty of things that actually look pretty good, like giant candy buttons. I loved candy buttons when I was little!) They even sent me some free candy cigarettes, with the following note:
Thank you, Offbeat Treats. I did indeed enjoy my feer smoks.
Weird. I love candy buttons. My love for candy buttons is so well known that when Leanore saw a huge pack at the dollar store, she bought them for me and they traveled with me in my purse until I ate them all. Were we so poor that the only candy we could afford was pathetic dots of colored sugar that meant eating an equal amount of paper, and now our candy of choice is peasant candy? Good thing we evened things out by both acquiring insanely discerning shopping habits…