you got chocolate in my peanut butter!

NaBloPoMo Day 26:
Tell us about the last thing you hid.

This is cracking me up. If I am trying to hide something, would I tell God and everybody here on the internet? Rest assured that I have things hidden in my mind, in my home, in my car, pretty much everywhere… and I can’t confess to any of them. Especially not so close to Christmas.

I guess I will have to go with the last thing I hid that was found out. Prepare yourself for something dreadful. I hid a pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in the middle console of my Subaru. Not an ordinary pack, but a two-pack of the Big Cups. This was discovered by Quinland when I broke into it on the way to pick her up one day and left the wrapper in semi-plain sight. “Leave no trace” is not my motto in day-to-day life, let me tell you.

Why am I hiding candy? I blame Halloween. It is hardly possible to resist the lure of the peanut butter cup once their little mini brethren invade our home in someone’s trick-or-treat stash, so the next time I was at the store I picked a package up in the checkout line and stashed it in my car in case of future emergency candy need.

But I am not an orthodox peanut butter cup eater; I flip them upside down and eat the peanut butter part off and throw away the flat chocolate top. The lure of the Big Cup is now perfectly clear: the same amount of chocolate to dispose of… and twice the amount of peanut butter. YUM.

2 thoughts on “you got chocolate in my peanut butter!

  1. You ate only four bites, though candy were not scarce; and, to my certain knowledge, more than one young lady was sitting down in want of a bite.


    1. There was a young lady just beside me who gazed longingly at the discarded packaging; I may have heard a faint sigh of dismay from the passenger seat of the equipage when ’twas discovered to be empty.


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