Does anyone seriously need that much wintery chill?
People who eat the small peppermint patties
People who eat the huge peppermint patties
You know when you go to a gas station and they have the huge, cheeseburger-sized peppermint patties? Who in the hell can eat one of those things? It’s like a little mint pizza, and I get a wintery-fresh gag reflex just thinking about mint pizza. Sorry.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’ll pop a little peppermint patty like a gorilla pops ants off a stick. They’re delicious little guys, but I’m definitely going to max out at 1.5 to 2 of them. I could never deal with the peppermint frisbee: it’s just over the top.

After you finish your candy, you can tear the package open and have one of those shiny post-marathon blankets to keep your shoulders warm.
I just think that part of the magic of candy is proper sizing. Candy makers have to size the candy just right so when you finish it, you’re either satisfied or you exercise poor judgment in buying another bar / bag. Once you’ve started on that second bar, you realize your mistake, but you blame yourself, not the candy. When you eat a large peppermint patty, you say, “Good Messiah, I’m not eating another one of these for at least 6 months.” Candy’s fault. Candy suffers. Snickers has sold 2 bars in one day to one person, and York is going to sell 2 mint moon pies in a year.
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Ew, this reminds me of the mint soda that I tried the other day at the Coke museum. It was like drinking carbonated Listerine…nasty!