… Russell Stover Peanut Butter Eggs are that miserable. They are fking disgusting and the first candy I’ve actually spit out all year.
Does that look like peanut butter to you?
You have ruined my day you monsters.
We’ve rounded into Late Lent, folks; Easter is everywhere. [Ed. note: Though it’d be great to see more Palm Sunday. Some serious entertainment value in those palms when you’re sitting in church with your siblings.]
This means all sorts of things. Lots of pastels. Horrifying rabbits. Saran wrapped baskets.
That grass. That gets everywhere and steals all of your jellybeans and is the worst thing why can’t we just put our candy in plastic baggies inside of the basket because everyone would be happier and their candy consumption would be less tedious and all-around a better experience.
But it especially means eggs. All of the eggs, from the terrible hard-boiled and dyed ones to the plastic ones that if you were lucky were filled with a dollar. [Ed. note: That has to be one of the weirdest false ranges ever.] Egg-shaped things are given increased attention, and the candy companies have taken notice.
We’ll be talking about many of these eggs in the next week and a half, but I had to kick off my Easter candy commentary by throwing some dap in the direction of the champion of candy eggs: the Reese’s Peanut Butter Egg. Continue reading
[Ed. note: Breaking Off a Flick will be a running feature about the candy I eat when I go to the movies. Cherish these, because I don’t go to many movies.]
Man, Will Smith is just the best.
Focus is a lot of fun. It’s also not a great movie. There are two or three scenes that don’t make any sense after all the dust from the cons settle. Margot Robbie is extremely attractive but I still am unsure whether she can act.
But this was the closest thing we’ve gotten to Big Will since Hitch. And for that, I am a happy fella.
Tasting Notes
– You know what a Reese’s tastes like.
– Unless you’re allergic to peanuts. My bad. Didn’t mean to rub that in.
– Big shoutout to the theater for playing the movie on the screen with the motorized-reclining seats. Top-notch stuff there, Regal. #1.
I mean really. Look at that thing.
Everything about it: the color, the flavor combination (peanut butter and coconut. because why not?), the packaging, the color again, the crumbles.
How did this become a candy bar?
Tasting Notes
– Eating a Chick-O-Stick is basically like eating the inside of a Butterfinger, only if you rolled it in coconut and shaped it like two long goose poops.
Google Search That Brought Traffic To BOaP of the Day
“do not eat krackel candy”
… and upon circumspection of the train car, he very violently realized that he was the kinda drunk guy on the Red Line eating a candy bar he was so excited to buy at Starbucks because he hadn’t seen it before and could write about it on his candy bar blog later that his parents always warned him about.
Breaking Off A Piece 