Rot in hell, fun size Heath bars

I love Skor bars, they kick Heath's ass.

"Fun-sized"
I love that.
Sorry, that great big old candy bar is just too serious for me.
Haven't you got anything that's more fun?

KitKat, largely because my mother never bought them as they fell into her category, "junk stuff." She did, however, by the cookies on which they were based. She also put chunky peanut butter in the junk stuff category, despite buying both smooth peanut butter and peanuts in several forms.

The Lovely Bride has already bought the Hallowe'en candy.
And hidden it from the kids.
I still haven't found it.

Skor? What's that? I'm really out of the candy bar loop.

Maybe your mom thought those ingedients were dangerous together, plainoldme!

I'm not even tempted by regular sized candy bars - those things have gotten gigantic. Have you seen the ones they sell in movie theaters? Holy cow. Those things are like six candy bars big.

I'm strictly a fun sized girl. If they sold them year round I'd be a goner.

Butterfingers, also of the "fun-size" genre. I indulge in too many of those and cease to be fun-size myself!

yummmmmmm

Boomer, Skor is another Hershey's chocolate/toffee bar. It's thinner, and I'd guess has a different kind of toffee.

Skor toffee is the best. Heath bars used to taste like that but they changed their recipe in the 60's and now they are just some hard caramel .
I have to go with the Doo Hoo boy on this one.

Reese's Peanut Butter Cuupppp...p <slips on own drool>

Soooooo. ummmmm..... errr.... this Skor stuff....... it's like crunchy toffee? I don't want any of that soft toffee stuff.

On the rare occassion that I find myself at the mall I sometimes treat myself to this toffee that they sell at Made in Oregon. It is to die for and they sell it in small, expensive, bags.

I tell you this so you know that I'm no stranger to the good stuff.

And I still think Heath is pretty good.

Part of that might be because Heath bars always make me think of my mom and that silly afternoon we hid in the car and shared a Heath bar because there was only one and there were three other kids who would have wanted some and.....

I love my mommy.

Zagnut. That's a peanut butter deal that looks like chunk of wood.

<grabs the peanut butter cups from the unconscious swimpy lying in the puddle of drool, and runs away>



mmmmmm, peanut butter and chocolate

Butterscotch is a gift from the Gods.........



























I hate gods.

There was a candy bar I saw in this little mom and pop store in a remote part of Canada that went by the name of "Paul's Log".

I should have bought one, not so much to eat it, but rather to use it as a conversation piece.

I like Ritter bars; that's a German brand, I think. Well, who knows.

Also am a fool for Lindt pistachio filled chocolate bar, even though it is milk chocolate (I think).

And one of the Perugino's (Nestle now, I think, pooh).

Key point in my life, having a baba au rhum covered in Perugino chocolate in Perugia..

god, where oh where is a rich man to love me?

I still like Butterfingers...

Skor toffee is hard as steel. It can be chomped in the following manner (my preferred way of eating a skor while driving).

Bite a small piece of the SKor from the bar.

Suck the chocolate off the toffee(this increases the expectation of the taste to follow to almost orgasmic llevels)

When ALL the chocolate is cleaned off the toffee, BITE HARD on the toffee and chew it up and enjoy its rich sumptuous taste and flavor, redolent with hints of hazelnut,and burnt vanilla, and buttercream.

Savor the goodbye

Bite another hunk.

Repeast the above steps until all tye SKor is a memory

Now damnit Osso. Any candy that requires a rich boyfriend does not count as a Halloween treat.

Rich boyfriends are treat enough.

Now back to this Skor bar thing....

farmerman, my dear, my sweetheart, could you elaborate just a little bit more on that technique? I got lost somewhere between "chomp" and "bite" (the third "bite", just go over the middle part again).

Can I buy this stuff at 7-11 or do I need a rich boyfriend?

Well, in fantasy, I'm back to the house on Madison, where the caramel apples were offered on a tray covered with waxed paper..

I think that's my imagination. That family did do those (my not-being-around-children-before eyes bugged out... but probably only for us neighborhood kids (The Secret Pine Club).