I think I may be suffering from an addiction. While many people think that I may take too many “happy pills”, being as jazzed about life as I have been lately (so sorry, I’m actually stone cold sober and have never taken anything like that in my life, this is all natural), it’s not drugs or alcohol or anything like it that I’ve become addicted to.
It’s Reese’s Fast Break bars.
OH MY INSERT FAVORITE DEITY HERE.
I can not get enough of these little bars of chocolate and peanut butter goodness. It’s Snickers without the annoying snick. It galaxies bigger than a Milky Way. And I already have my own Almond Joy.
No, no. It has to be Reese’s Fast Break bars and I will absolutely accept no substitutes.
I was craving a bar this morning, so I made my way to the break room at work, where I noticed in the candy machine that there are no Fast Break bars. After sobbing for a few moments and then realizing that no, I could not go down on the street and buy one from a junkie, I decided to have the standard Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup.
It was o.k. It did not satisfy my craving. While tasty, it did not bring the near outta control, dare I say ‘orgasmic’, rush that a Fast Break bar brings. So immediately after work I headed to Byrne Dairy (read Wawa, AM/PM Mini Mart, Express Mart) and grabbed myself a Fast Break.
Ah, so good.
Then I turned it over and read the nutritional content. 250 calories in that sucker. Hmmm, the same as eating two breakfasts. I didn’t make it past the first line of calorie information. I don’t want to know. I don’t need to know. Actually, I don’t care.
I’m just lovin’ the Fast Break. Dude, wanna share?