We all have our dietary weaknesses. That one food that tempts you more than any other. Maybe it’s a cheeseburger, or pizza, or ice cream.
I know it will come as a shock to anyone who’s read this blog, but Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups are my dietary Achilles heel. I mean, whoever came up with this perfect snack food should be canonized— Saint Harry of chocolate-peanut butter goodness, patron saint of snack time and hyperactive children.
Harry Burnett “HB” Reese invented the snack in 1928 in Hershey, PA. He worked for The Hershey Company as a dairy farmer but was inspired to start his own candy company. Inspired is the only way to describe this delicious treat.
As a fantasy author, I’ve been asked what historical period I’d like to live in if I had my choice. The answer is easy— anytime after 1928. Can you imagine life without the peanut butter cup?
“Hey Georgie, finish your porridge and you can have a nice piece of fruitcake.”
No thanks, I think I’ll stay in the modern world and use fruitcake as a doorstop like any sensible person would.
If you have never eaten a Reese’s cup, don’t deny yourself any longer. Head to the nearest store and grab a pack. Don’t be fooled by all the choices either. The standard double-pack is the only way to go. These standard size cups have the perfect ratio of chocolate to peanut butter. The minis have too much chocolate and the Big Cup has too much peanut butter. And don’t worry about the white chocolate, dark chocolate, crunchy, or any other variant. Why mess with perfection (Although the Reese’s Fast Break bar is pretty good too if for some unfathomable reason the store is out of cups).
I could go on until the Hershey dairy cows come home, but now my mouth is watering and I have to run out for a little bit of chocolate-peanut butter heaven.
“Hey, you got chocolate in my peanut butter!”