As my family know, and my university students and friends and the put-upon readers of 30-Second Read, I like Peanut M&M’s.
“Like” is an understatement. “Obsession” is more accurate, or “fetish.” You’ll have to judge.
Before you do, let me offer a defense. You’ll be tempted to laugh. Please don’t – yet.
Here ’tis: I eat very few Peanut M&M’s.
Stop laughing!
Yes, I always keep Peanut M&M’s at work, in a gizmo that dispenses the candies from a quart jar via a pull-out handle. I fill the jar from a permanent stash of 64-ounce jugs.
I’ve had that dispenser for 20 years. My “obsession” is that old.
And I admit I occasionally crunch M&M’s. Four or five. Individual candies. Per week.
Fact. Really.
Most of the candies fall into the hands and mouths of visitors to my office.
No blame.
But fact. Again. Really.
The truth is, I like liking Peanut M&M’s more than I like Peanut M&M’s.
I also like that visitors to my office like Peanut M&M’s. They (including some of you) are my co-conspirators.
Now you can laugh.
A Peanut M&M Obsession
‘Eat me now!’ the M&M’s squeal
Sometimes you feel like a nut; sometimes you don’t.
Oh, wait, that’s Mounds.
I remember the dispenser with a watering mouth.
I’m looking at it as I type this note, Steve.
😄 Peanut M&M’s: officially the only obsession that’s more about vibes than volume.
Who knew restraint could be this crunchy?
Nahar, you nailed it!