But sadly, candy is my forte and my guilty pleasure of adulthood.
My brother-in-law Trevor once told me that he would have no problem digging a hole in the Sahara Desert, throwing every fruity, gummy, sour thing that ever existed into it, and never think twice about digging them back up. My heart ached at the thought.
Instead, I was thinking . . . "I could throw every snake that existed in that desert hole."
That being said, I would like to share two new treats I have explored recently . . . one pure bliss and one pure miss.
Chocolate Skittles? Not a good mix of flavor and texture here. Ecckkkk!
Peanut Butter Whoppers, genius. Very hard to come by. . . I have only found them at Wal-Mart check out lines amidst all the mothers yelling at their 6 children in their carts. So worth it.