Tonight, as a gag Valentine’s Day gift, I gave Airman a bag of circus peanuts. He likes them, they were on sale (can’t imagine why), and I figured “what the hell”.
For our V-Day dinner tonight, I made steak, carrots, mashed potatoes, and a lovely chocolate fondue. So what does Airman do? He spears a circus peanut with his fondue fork, and then dips it in the chocolate. I can’t imagine anyone wanting to do that.
And Aaron, showing his usual good sense with these things, took one look at the circus peanut chunk Airman offered him and turned it down cold. Smart kid.
Yeah, I just can’t get behind you. I don’t have a “sophisticated palette” or anything. I think Cadbury creme eggs are damn near the tastiest things that god and chemists every conspired to create. But, those circus peanuts? I’m gagging thinking about the first and last time I tried one. When I was seven. I blame all my adult problems on that moment.
Circus peanuts are awesome. Chocolate fondue is awesome. Circus peanuts with chocolate: not awesome. Not at all. I had an itch that I just had to scratch, and now that I have I am satisfied enough to know not to do it again.
I remember one day I found a circus peanut on the floor of my car that had to have been there for a couple months or so. There was no obvious gunk on it, so I bit into it. It was none the worse for the wear.