It would not be hyperbolic to say that out of 9.085 days I have been alive I have eaten a candy bar on at least 7.345 of them.
(That first number is real. <3 the internet.)
I love chocolate. When I was a kid, my dad would often pile us in the car after dinner to get Reese's Cups. Now every time I finish a meal I have an intense craving for sweets.
Thanks Dad.
I was having one of my Cathy moments when Zach and I got home from dinner last night. I was about to start eating Nesquik out of the container with a spoon when I remembered I had half a bag of chocolate chips somewhere.
I rummaged for about two minutes and came up with a random assortment of dippables (it's a word, red dotted line be damned!).
The best part was licking the stirring spoon, obvs.
After dunking 11 cashews, 17 raspberries, and 3 dubious-at-this-point strawberries, I melted a big spoonful of peanut butter* in with the chocolate and made about 3 servings of puppy food.
Ugh, I loathe that name. Im going to call them Choco PB Sugar Squares™ from now on.
Mmmmm.....Choco PB Sugar Squares™ + Netflix + previously-eaten veggie burger = the best Friday ever.
*full disclosure, I was not about to use my $45 organic peanut butter for this shit. I used the scrapings bottom of a jar of crummy Peter Pan that I bought in 2009.
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