Minty

I have a serious thing for the white, whipped, minty goodness that is the center of a York Peppermint Patty, or a Junior Mint. It all started with my first pregnancy and continued with the others. (I think it had something to do with being anemic.) Anyway. I craved it non-stop. If someone would have given me a huge bowl of that delicious, white goodness, I would have eaten all of it. Probably, in one sitting.

Well, I've been craving it again quite a bit the past couple of months. (I think it probably has something to do with anemia again. Time to start loading up on iron.) So, I pick up one of those two kinds of candies about once a week to get my fix. Today, I saw these and because of the colors on the package, assumed they were mint. I snatched those puppies right up and opened them as soon as I was in my car. I was a little confused with the first bite. Put in another. Still didn't get it. Around about the third one, I finally looked at the package and figured out what they were. (I've never claimed to be smart.) I was slightly disappointed about the lack of mint, but HOLY FLIPPIN' COW! They were totally good and made up for being non-minty. Try them.

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On another note, just to be clear, I've kind of been thinking that I was trying to make myself sound like a martyr, or something, in my last post. (Stupid Blogger won't let me link to it right now!!!!) So, to clarify, I really didn't mind doing all of the cooking. I thoroughly enjoyed doing it. It wasn't hard. I didn't stress myself out overly much. I made it through just fine. And so far, I haven't heard of any deaths related to my cooking. I just wish I didn't have to get sick the week I was doing it. That is all. ☺