Utopia for the PB Fiend

I am a self-professed peanut butter fiend.

I get the PB variant of whatever candy products I buy for myself. PB M&Ms, PB snickers (I don't think they make those anymore, but man were they good), etc. When I take my kids to Braum's or the Marble Slab Creamery for ice cream, I get the peanut butter ice cream for myself.

If there were more sustenance in PB derivative products, I would just live off the stuff. I should own Reese's stock. And Easter, more than any other candy-supplemented holiday, even Halloween I would say, is a PB lover's dream. When I'm in grocery stores this time of year I have to keep myself away from the candy aisle, lest I horde me some PB candies of various shapes and sizes and brands.

I especially have to be careful on the day AFTER Easter. Because of the 50% off sales. I would go way to crazy on the junk (as David Letterman might say).


Well, this evening, I had no choice but to face my demons. Usually the girls go with their mother on Thursday night and are there until Saturday. But for a couple of reasons, they stayed with me tonight, and Shelby had to have a basket and candy-filled plastic eggs to take with her to school tomorrow.

Baskets I have plenty of. But I had given all of the eggs to my ex-wife since she usually does that stuff with them for their Friday Easter parties. So the girls and I hit the store after Darby's soccer practice and got us some candy and plastic eggs. And I let Shelby fill her eggs after bath this evening. So she's good to go for the morning now.

But oh, what a shame that there seems to be a bit of extra peanut butter candy left over. What ever shall I do with these remaining delicious treats?


I have this strange feeling they'll be gone this time next week. And that their whereabouts will remain a mystery to, well, no one really. In fact, I bet I don't weigh 148 pounds anymore at my doctor appointment next Thursday.