I ended up coming home kinda late last night because I have a secret life.
After I watched most of the soccer game (yay US women) with some friends and a fake cocktail, I scooted a little early so that I could jump in the shower (I was all gross after running with a friend earlier) and quickly get ready for a gig I had with an underground rapper in town. As I was at the show, enjoying some of the artists, and before Mark “Franchise” Jusino performed, I realized how funny it all seemed. I’m a Director at the Y. No one in the entire world suspects that I’m out at a venue that serves no food, singing to an audience of rappers and their supporters. But there I was. Isn’t life funny?
So along those lines, I ate a Reese’s big cup yesterday (before I taught a class, no less) and I was thinking about those things that I love, that I’m sort of embarrassed to admit, as a somewhat healthy person that I enjoy. I hope you guys still like me after.
Reese’s Big Cup
This thing is such treat for me. I’ve long sung the praises of the Reese’s Big Cup, but I need to reiterate, this treat is FANTASTIC, mainly because of the peanut butter to chocolate ratio. I love getting one of these from the gas station, saving it til I get home, and eating it when I feel the need for the sugar/salty goodness to hit my lips.
York Peppermint Patties
I don’t need to talk about why these are incredible and amazing. I really don’t. They just are.
A cold bubbly something. A seltzer is the best. A diet sprite will do.
Cold seltzer. It’s not bad for you per se, but I think it’s sort of abrasive on your teeth. But one of these while you’re just cruising down the street in your white Kia Soul, listening to trashy pop. But I usually have to hide the cup. A BK Lounge Cup is never ever a good look at work.
A pop tart with a cup of coffee.
Not this flavor. That is disgusting. But the strawberry with a cup of coffee is perfect. Also 400 calories and an indecent amount of sugar, but, it’s a TREAT.
As a reminder, I totally do enjoy this stuff, but I’m not a total pig. This is a once-in-a-while thing that I really really enjoy, which is how I mange to maintain a decent level of health.
I actually had a bomb weekend because I got to spend time with my husband. I don’t know about you guys, but a lot of times of the weekends, we make so so many plans that we barely get to see one another. And by the time we get into bed too late on a Sunday night, we haven’t seen one another more than an hour or two. This weekend was a little different – I made plans and drank with friends on Friday, and because I wasn’t teaching or anything, we spent all day Saturday together – cleaning, napping, working out, and finally, falling into bed, deliciously exhausted, but together.
Austin’s the bomb. I love him a lot. I like spending time with him.
Now. Let’s talk candy.
On the way to run yesterday morning, I got into a big discussion with Mama Cheri about candy. Now, neither of us eats a ton of candy – she for health reasons, and me, because once I start, I can’t stop. So when I eat candy, I typically do a single-serve York Peppermint Pattie, or the holy grail of candy, a Reese’s Big Cup, where the peanut butter to chocolate ratio is one that is angelic. So I’m of the firm belief that Valentine’s Day is one of the best holidays for candy. But I got into this argument discussion with my mother and a friend regarding the best holidays for candy, and they were not in agreement. So let’s break it down.
The best candy, in no particular order.
1. Reese’s – the big cup variety is the best, which I’ve stated time and again. NOW, the reason for this is that the peanut butter to chocolate ratio. This includes the trees, the eggs, and the hearts. All solid choices.
2. Whoppers – malted milk balls are the absolute best. Now, there IS a variety you can get at Whole Foods, which makes you feel a little better about stuffing your face because it’s made without HFCS and real chocolate, as opposed to Whoppers.
3. York Peppermint Patties – the 140-calorie variety that you can commonly acquire at most checkouts at the grocery store. I mean, DUH.
4. Pretzel M&Ms.
5. Sweet Tarts– you can shove these in your mouth by the handful, which makes them really convenient. But really dangerous, as I’ve found out, because when they’re in the admin office, for example, you might eat them all every time you have to go down there. Which is not productive.
Now, let’s move on to the worst candies, in no particular order.
1. Circus Peanuts – my mother disgustingly loves these. If you read the description on these, you’ll find that they’re considered some sort of marshmallow candy, flavored artificially with BANANA?! WTH?! Who would do such a thing?
2. Okay, so I’m having a really hard time moving past the Circus Peanuts thing. But my mother reminded me of these atrocities…
These guys are called Old Fashioned Marshmallow Eggs. There are a number of things that are pretty disgusting about this candy, mainly the fact that the sugar on the inside is suspended in this marshy thing. It’s really disgusting and not acceptable.
3. Jellybeans – they’re just too sweet and sort of pointless. They also get stuck in your teeth, and you run the risk of getting a horrible flavor, which is totally the opposite of the point of eating candy in the first place. Would you ever just go actively seeking out jellybeans? Probably not because they’re pointless and add nothing to your day.
4. Raisinets – I want to know who on God’s green earth decided that they would combine raisins, which are pretty disgusting on their own, and cover them in crusty chocolate? Why would I ever eat that?
So the holiday with the best candy?
For me, hands down, it’s got to be Valentine’s Day because of the variety of chocolate. Yum!
Omg, so many worsts here, but I’m going to have to say that Easter provides us with the worst candy because it’s all smooshy and sugary, and that’s just not the way things should be. But Easter, don’t be sad because Easter is going to be closely followed by Christmas, because there is truly nothing fun about sucking on a peppermint stick.
First off, I have had to work so hard with myself to resist the feeling like I want to get a heart-shaped donut from Krispy Kreme and a coffee. And the main reason is because even though when it goes down it tastes good, that thing will sit in your stomach like a sweet rock. Plus I’m kinda trying to decide if I want to get a package of those red velvet Oreos so I can eat a few and go to town writing about the delicious medley inside of my mouth.
So, I feel like in high school, that it was really cool to hate on Valentine’s Day. Wear all black, pull your hood up, and profess that the day was “stupid,” “manufactured by Hallmark,” and that “you shouldn’t have to wait for a special day to tell your spouse/partner that you love him or her”.
I always loved the day because I guess I’m just a hopeless romantic idiot, but even single, the concept of pinks, reds, whites, and candy candy candy at a time when it’s not Halloween is simply magical to me. To demonstrate this, enjoy this summary from one of my favorite books when I was like in 7th grade.
This sassy Cinderella story centers on 14-year-old Ashley Ella Toral, who has just received an invitation to the biggest bash of the season, a New Millennium’s Eve party held at the prestigious Ocean Crest Country Club and hosted by her heartthrob, Trevor Cranston. Thwarting her chance to usher in the year 2000 in style are her two bratty, scheming stepsisters, Paige and Jessica, and Ashley’s stepmother, Phyllis, who wants Ashley to baby-sit on the night of the big event. At the same time the unpampered princess is wallowing in self-pity, her unlikely fairy godmother (Phyllis’s grandmother) is flying in from Florida to bestow enough gifts, cash and service upon Ashley to make most of her dreams come true. Besides offering plenty of laughs, this updated classic adds much color to characters traditionally painted in black and white. Ashley’s stepmother is not evil so much as self-centered and overwrought by financial concerns, and Ashley, virtuous though she is, can be rather testy at times. Jukes has a ball adding new twists to an all-too-familiar plot, and readers will want to get in on the fun, too. Ages 10-up. (Sept.)
All I wanted was romance.
So…need a few reasons to love V-Day?
Reese’s hearts. On par with the Reese’s big cup, Reese’s eggs, and Reese’s trees, Reese’s hearts are perfect for one reason, and for one reason only. The peanut butter to chocolate ratio.
The colors pink and red. They ain’t nobody who doesn’t look good in a hot red dress.
And finally, 75% off CANDY?! Now granted, this will only occur in the day/days following the big day, but HOLLA for some candy. When I was in social work, I may or may not have taken full advantage of this to get clients to accomplish their goals.