Run, do not walk

On some blogs, a post bearing the tag "food" might lead you to a recipe. Not on this blog.

I have long been a fan (for decades) of the Reese's peanut butter egg, commonly sold around Easter. (And frozen in my freezer until the new year. Some people freeze their Girl Scout cookies; I freeze peanut butter eggs. Don't judge.) I am such a fan, in fact, that my high-school boyfriend once purchased 12 packs of 12 of these beauties (I hope that adds up to 144) to celebrate our 12-month anniversary.

I come to you tonight, my people, to tell you that I have just experienced one of these:


They are sold in UNAPOLOGETIC PACKS OF SIX that look like this:


Help. Me. Rhonda. They are available at grocery stores and large discount chains nationwide. You're welcome.