It Started With...

The “It” I am talking about here are Trader Joe’s Peanut Butter Cups. I had received a ‘bucket’ of these peanut butter cups from Rani & Kristin back in the spring (when temperatures were a little lower on the Fahrenheit scale). Inside the ‘bucket’ are a slew of peanut butter cups, each in a brown wax paper mini-cup-cake type wrapper. My room mate here (a Navy Commander) and I agreed they were the best peanut butter cups, hands down, that we had EVER tasted (no offense to the other manufacturers, who do their best, I’m sure—and after all is said and done, I’ve never encountered a peanut butter cup that was not an extreme delight to my palate. We’re talking degrees of excellence, here).

So, imagine our delight when we discovered, in ANOTHER package sent our way by Rani and Kristin (you guys are very generous, thanks for pampering us), not one but TWO of these delicious ‘buckets.’ Ah, but our enthusiasm was somewhat dampened by a closer inspection of the ‘buckets’—the contents seemed to have been liquefied by the heat. Below is a picture of the objects of our consideration, perhaps you can understand our concern. It was this specific study of these specific items that resulted in the earlier post to this blog, “Sad Moratorium.”

Semper Fi, Jon G.