Maybe once every two or three years I get in the mood for circus peanuts. I eat maybe five of them, horribly regret every decision in my life that has led to me purchasing this bag, then vowing to never touch them again.
Same. The instant it touches my tongue I’m transported back to being a kid and my grandmother thinking these were amazing treats and giving them out to us and then getting really upset if we didn’t finish them.
And then I remember I have to actually eat the rest of it. So I finish off the first one and then I see the tiny little 59 cent bag that’s only got four more of them in it and I feel like it would be a waste of my money and my effort in acquiring the circus peanuts and so I force myself to eat the rest of the bag and then vow to never eat them again.
Maybe once every two or three years I get in the mood for circus peanuts. I eat maybe five of them, horribly regret every decision in my life that has led to me purchasing this bag, then vowing to never touch them again.
Same. The instant it touches my tongue I’m transported back to being a kid and my grandmother thinking these were amazing treats and giving them out to us and then getting really upset if we didn’t finish them.
And then I remember I have to actually eat the rest of it. So I finish off the first one and then I see the tiny little 59 cent bag that’s only got four more of them in it and I feel like it would be a waste of my money and my effort in acquiring the circus peanuts and so I force myself to eat the rest of the bag and then vow to never eat them again.
Until I forget and get another bag.
Cut them up and melt them into something edible. Things don’t have to be uses in the form they come in.