Dispatches from the City of Angels
I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Best. Candy. Ever.
I'm going to admit something here. Try not to think less of me in the morning.
I have a thing for Junior Mints. A big thing. I mean it's dark, luscious chocolate wrapped around a soft, minty, refreshing center. It's luxurious and palate cleansing all at the same time!
Really, it would be a crime to waste such a wondrous confection, which is why, when that last one gets all melted and squished down in the bottom corner of the box, I've been known to tear open the side and stick my tongue down in there to snarf it up...much like an anteater, if anteaters went to the movies and smuggled in their own candy. And honestly, they should because those concession stands are a total rip-off.
So you can only imagine my wide-eyed disbelief when I saw a commercial for the new 3 Musketeers Mint. Dark chocolate shell. Soft, minty center. A little drool dribbled down my chin. A whole bar's worth of yummy goodness. No anteater tongue required. Oh, what is this holy blessing I have received?
Then just this morning, I moseyed on down to my local P.O. and what did I spy with my little eye? GROCERY STORE! CANDY AISLE! Eight-thirty in the morning and I was down on my knees, digging through the boxes, flinging inferior sweets in all directions, like my husband looking for a matching pair of socks. "Where is it? Where is it? Give it to me! I must have it!"
Seventy-two cents. A trifle for such culinary glory. I took it home and sat down at my desk. Such a new joy should not be experienced standing up. This is not a candy for scarfing. M&Ms are for scarfing. This was for savoring, this was for enjoying, this was for...dropping. I tore open the silver foil, and half the damn thing plopped out and landed on my keyboard. Thank God I hadn't opened it in the parking lot. The horror, the travesty that would've resulted. Technically, the package does say in very small print that it contains "2 pieces," but seriously, who expects that? At least the Almond Joy people give you that little cardboard tray to prevent disasters.
But does an Almond Joy make your breath smell all pepperminty? No, it does not. And can it deliver such chocolatey bliss for a mere, MERE, 150 calories? No, it can not, which is why I hereby nominate the 3 Musketeers Mint for best candy ever. (Nominal points deducted for the plopping incident.)
I have a thing for Junior Mints. A big thing. I mean it's dark, luscious chocolate wrapped around a soft, minty, refreshing center. It's luxurious and palate cleansing all at the same time!
Really, it would be a crime to waste such a wondrous confection, which is why, when that last one gets all melted and squished down in the bottom corner of the box, I've been known to tear open the side and stick my tongue down in there to snarf it up...much like an anteater, if anteaters went to the movies and smuggled in their own candy. And honestly, they should because those concession stands are a total rip-off.
So you can only imagine my wide-eyed disbelief when I saw a commercial for the new 3 Musketeers Mint. Dark chocolate shell. Soft, minty center. A little drool dribbled down my chin. A whole bar's worth of yummy goodness. No anteater tongue required. Oh, what is this holy blessing I have received?
Then just this morning, I moseyed on down to my local P.O. and what did I spy with my little eye? GROCERY STORE! CANDY AISLE! Eight-thirty in the morning and I was down on my knees, digging through the boxes, flinging inferior sweets in all directions, like my husband looking for a matching pair of socks. "Where is it? Where is it? Give it to me! I must have it!"
Seventy-two cents. A trifle for such culinary glory. I took it home and sat down at my desk. Such a new joy should not be experienced standing up. This is not a candy for scarfing. M&Ms are for scarfing. This was for savoring, this was for enjoying, this was for...dropping. I tore open the silver foil, and half the damn thing plopped out and landed on my keyboard. Thank God I hadn't opened it in the parking lot. The horror, the travesty that would've resulted. Technically, the package does say in very small print that it contains "2 pieces," but seriously, who expects that? At least the Almond Joy people give you that little cardboard tray to prevent disasters.
But does an Almond Joy make your breath smell all pepperminty? No, it does not. And can it deliver such chocolatey bliss for a mere, MERE, 150 calories? No, it can not, which is why I hereby nominate the 3 Musketeers Mint for best candy ever. (Nominal points deducted for the plopping incident.)
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