Here's the problem, they just taste so damn good. So, I made my own. Here are the ingredients I used:

Now, here's the part where the punks get mad. I made them for Valentine's Day. *dun dun DUUUN* In the past I have refused to do ANYTHING for this and other holidays. I know all the reasons for why religious-based, hyper-consumerist holidays are stupid. But, I like to celebrate things. In the DEAD of winter, it's nice that there's a day set aside to remember that you don't hate your boyfriend, girlfriends, dog, mom, sister-wife, postman, etc. It can be an easy thing to forget when you hate everything until summer.
I didn't get red roses for Valentine's Day, nor did I wear a red teddy to bed. It was just like every other day, except I made peanut butter cups and reminded my fiance that I'm excited to marry him. It turned out to be a pretty good day, even without flowers from Africa, or a pre-fab greeting card.
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