As I type I have in front of me a freshly opened bag of Circus Peanuts (oh how I love the explosion of Circus Peanut smell when you open the bag). According to the package, there are about 35 circus peanuts within. I have already eaten 4 or 5. Man they rock.
The best part is, I’m washing them down with a big tasty glass of Carnation Instant Breakfast, Vanilla. This is a wild and wonderful combination here, folks. Damn these are good, I can never remember why I don’t get these every week. Probably because by the time I’ve finished the bag, I don’t want to look at another Circus Peanut for months.
I do so love how the texture changes. Now they are soft and supple, like slightly macho marshmallows. Soon they will be like tanks, with a thick armored hull. Still, there is a vulnerable soft center to that tank, and holy shit is it ever tasty. I really like Circus Peanuts. A lot.
A fitting tribute. Stirring, yet not overblown. Down-to-earth yet descriptive. You tapped into all that is grand about Circus Peanuts, without overstating their allure. And damn, did it make me want to have one.
The only thing I would add to your otherwise heavenly scenario is a memory of the scornful comments of the uninitiated. Some unfortunates come into this world unable to appreciate gustatory greatness, even when thrust upon them.
Whammo, I guess you’re right…they do look kinda tacky when I use them as doorstops. As for the dog crap thing, I have a dog so I don’t need the circus peanuts for a substitute. Of course, they would be a little bit more pleasant to pick up(unless it rained).
Sometimes I’ll let these things in the house. Circus Peanuts are the one candy that won’t be sneakily consumed by my family. My family, wisely, gives them a wide berth.
I occasionally get a hankering for them when I’m vaguely depressed…they give me a legitimate excuse for feeling awful.
Damn you DMC, you beat me to that. I love that site so much, especially the Tamarind one, because I have been exposed to that stuff before.
I do, however, really like Circus Peanuts. I ate many of them last night, and went to bed with that oh-so-familiar nauseated feeling.
I left the bag open on my desk, and when I awakened I had a breakfast of newly stale Circus Peanuts. Oh my, they are such a wonderful foodstuff, appropriate for every occasion, at any hour. Wow, I love these things.
I loved my grandfather dearly, bless his soul, but he had one blinding fault. He gave us nasty circus peanuts when we came to visit. We usually accepted them graciously, then proceeded to the nearest ant hill, where they were looked upon as a gift from the gods.
What? What are they? Spare a moment for the Englisher and tell me what these controversial snack products are? I’m assuming they’re not just ordinary peanuts…
Mmmmm… circus peanuts. Damn! I’m at work and I have no money. Frickin’ poo I won’t be able to get any for awhile. Oh well anyways to all the fellow circus peanut lovers out there am I the only one that heats them up in the microwave then eats them? They get all big and puffy in there and when you take them out oh my! They are just frickin’ awesome. Although they are good plain also.
