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In our family, the Holy Grail of treatiness is one of those frozen Pepperidge Farm chocolate cakes. The boys and I love them, but Clara hates them, so they appear only on rare occasions.
"Dude Looks Like A Nutjob" is one of few Aerosmith songs I like.
And don't forget . . Cap'n Crunch will rip your upper soft palate to shreds. Our big treats are popsicles. Even in winter the kids love 'em. True northerners all the way.
Pepperidge Farm cakes were, I'm not ashamed to say, occasionally served as my birthday cake when I was growing up.
That song's good, Brendon, but honestly I prefer Run-DMC's cover version.
Cap'n Crunch is actually a spinoff of secret World War II research into food that, when served to German POWs, would be so unpleasant that they'd cease resisting their interrogators. True story.
With the introduction of those new "kid-friendly" carts that are roughly the size of a barge, I'm surprised more of the 'treaty' good stuff isn't at knee level or below where the kiddies could easily see it. For instance, the candy aisle should be really, really long but only two shelves high. Can you imagine how much more they'd spot and beg for! When I worked at a local grocery store in high school, I once had a small child as me if the mineral salt blocks (you know, the ones for cattle) were chocolate flavored . . . I told him yes. He licked it. Look on his face, priceless.
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