I have one, for things containing peppermint and dark chocolate.
Last year, this particular vice was displayed by my observable penchant for Peppermint Bark from Trader Joe’s. As always, it started with a well-placed sale display: half off! the handwritten poster exclaimed. Well, then, if you’re gonna put it that way, I’ll bite.
This weekend, it was easy to pass up the bark, since it was not yet on sale, and I am cheap frugal above all. I almost made it out of the store. There with my sister-in-law, we were making our final passes along the aisles when we came upon the “New to Store” display. She asked me if she could get us a treat, their having been houseguests for a mere 36 hours. I quickly scanned the items while voicing my honest protest to her offer, when she honed in on a box of Dark Chocolate Covered Peppermint Joe-Joe’s. “What the heck is a Joe-Joe?” was my question. “It’s their version of an Oreo,” was her answer.
Instant flashback: it’s the 80’s, and while never a fan of Twinkies, Dolly Madisons, or grocery store doughnuts, I honestly love a chocolate-covered Oreo, and think it might be one of the greatest junk-food-inventions, ever. Flash-forward: it’s February of ’09, and I am savoring every last crumb of my Peppermint bark, wondering how I will make it the span of months before that precious seasonal item is available to me, on sale, again. Flash-to-present: this might be a marriage made in heaven.
“Sure, I’ll take a box.”
I pride myself on will-power when it comes to store-bought sweets — they usually don’t appeal to me like their homemade counterparts; but these little devils have me by the scruff, and can feed me my what is left of said-will on a peppermint-crumbed plate.
Which simply means that, my next trip to Trader Joe’s, when it comes to seasonal confections, my assets are hereby frozen.