To read today’s 30-Second Read, you must agree to this true, honest, indisputable, irrefutable, incontrovertible and undeniable fact:
Peanut M&M’s are the most sublime of all M&M’s, the apogee of all candies and the finest of all foods. They are ambrosia for mortals.
If you agree – and why wouldn’t you? – you may read on. If not, we must say “bye” for now. Today’s column is for the better set, the peanut M&M royalty.
Now that we’ve dismissed the riffraff …
I love peanut M&M’s.
To be clear: I. Love. Peanut M&M’s.
The weekly grocery trip is a test. Will I snag a 38-ounce bag? Usually not. Because when I have M&M’s, I eat them. Quickly. So, I pass by the naughty indulgence.
But in the past week, I’ve practiced both righteous self-denial and indulgence.
I gazed longingly at the M&M’s in the store but resisted temptation. Then a box arrived the evening before Thanksgiving – from my sister. Inside, this note: “Thought you might like a care package.” And this prize: a 62-ounce jug of peanut M&M’s!
Ambrosia for a jughead.
