I find most Christmas candy reminds me of toothpaste, therefore I hate most Christmas candy.
And yet I order Peppermint Mochas with no problem...I'm retarded.
Mint chocolates, or mint with chocolate, do not hold the power of the Peppermint Mocha, Will.
David Schmader, I love you.
You rock! And here I thought I was the only person who liked that kind of crap!
I myself have a deep fondness for candy and beverages that taste like cleaning products. Since there are no more Dairy Queens in the city, I have been unable to enjoy my favorite Spic'n Span (green) or Mr. Clean (orange) flavored Mr. Misty Freezes. I have tried a few toxic colored bubble teas, but it's just not the same.
Nougats...hmm according to Webster's, an appropriate pronunciation is "noo-gah". BAD ASS!
Cinnamon Holiday Nougat, and Big Red for that matter, both make it impossible to taste or smell anything for two days afterwards. Nasty, nasty.
@6 - Like every of value in the world, a DQ still resides in Burien.
Fnarf, you mean they make it impossible to smell or taste anything ELSE--and really, why would you want to?
Quality handmade nougats. How is nougat not handmade? Doesn't it all come from a factory anyway?
As an aside regarding Christmas candy, I heard of someone buying candy canes that were made in China. That just seems really odd to me. I hope Brach's hasn't sold out.
Until bacteria feeds on all the sugar on your teeth and makes your breath smell worse than before.
That said, I love starlight mints and candy canes and cinnamon candy as much as the next person. Quite possibly even more.
Peppermint Mocha is still using the Power of the Force of Mint and Chocolate.
Mint. It makes chocolate happy.
I hate peppermint. But I dig the mint/chocolate combo.
I like gum drop cookies - the ones made with the spice candies and cocoanut.
Does it come in douche form?
David, I dare you to eat five of these and then drink a glass of wine.
Fnarf, just reading that sentence almost made me throw up. Nicely done.
And may I say that you have a remarkably delicate palate for a man willing to place saliva-soaked quarters in his nostrils?
Oh, all that sugary shit is nasty. For Christmas, bring on the 25 pound standing rib roast, medium rare, with Yorkshire pudding and brussels sprouts. The only sugar anywhere in the house should be in the Tom 'n Jerry batter (and that's only for the batty old great uncle).
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