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Review of Reese's Peanut Butter Cup VariantsMany people are fond of recounting their first childhood memories. I am no different. My earliest childhood recollection is of receiving a box of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups as a birthday present when I was five years old. I recall thinking that this was the best birthday present a person could possibly receive, and planning to eat one peanut butter cup per day, to make the treasure last as long as possible.
I do not remember whether I was successful in this plan, but later behaviour throughout my childhood and adulthood would suggest that I probably was not. Regardless, even at age five, I had already become aware of one of only nine objective truths in the universe: Reese's Peanut Butter Cups is (are?) the best candy in the world. Or, at least that used to be one of the objective truths in the universe. During the past several years, Hershey's (which, since 1963, has owned the Reese's brand) has extended the Reese's product line, so that nowadays, keeping track of this rampant Reese's proliferation would be a full-time task. And so, when it recently occurred to me that there are now several Reese's-branded candies I haven't even tried, I decided to rectify this sad, sad situation and evaluate all the Reese's candy products (I'm leaving alone the cookies, brownies, baking chips, ice cream, peanut butter, breakfast cereal, and so forth -- I am, after all, just a man, and have human limitations), to see how they stack up against the original. For those of you who are wondering: Yes, I did in fact go out, buy, and eat one of each of the items I'm reviewing below, all in one sitting. Why? Because I'm dedicated to my work, that's why.
That said, The candy shell wrapped around Reese's peanut butter is extraordinarily delicious, though they miss out on the magic of being two great tastes that go great together. Notably, if one eats Reese's Pieces enough, the monotony of the flavor gets to be a drag. My recommendation: pour a bag of Reese's Pieces into a bowl. Pour a bag of M&Ms into a bowl. Mix. Enjoy. You now have the excellent candy shell texture that makes M&Ms great, as well as the extraordinary peanut butter and chocolate taste combination that is Reese's claim to fame.
But how do they taste? Well, like peanut butter and peanuts. Hard to be much peanuttier than that. Which is the problem. How about a little contrast, fellas?
That's it. That's the whole difference. Seriously. That's the whole thing.
Then, just to show that they were really out of ideas, they did another version of the "Big Cup," but with peanuts. I think by inference, we can assume that before long we will see a Big Fast Break, Big Fast Break with Peanuts, Big Reese's Pieces, and Big Reese's Pieces with Peanuts all on the market. Hey, they've got to make sure they're covering their bases, right?
But that's not my way. Onward! Reese's NutRageous is a great candy bar. It's basically a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup, but with caramel and peanuts. Caramel, peanut butter, peanuts, chocolate: count me in. Here's the problem, though. Any time you have a candy bar where you rely on chocolate to keep the peanuts attached, you're on the candy equivalent of thin ice. As soon as you take a bite of the NutRageous, the chocolate on the rest of the candy bar cracks and splinters, and the peanuts start falling off, leaving you to execute ninja-style catches so the chocolatey, caramelly peanuts don't hit the floor. And you don't want those peanuts to hit the floor, because the five-second rule doesn't apply to caramel-coated items.
From a consumer's point of view, though, this abomination makes no sense whatsoever. Anyone who loves chocolate knows that white chocolate is not chocolate at all. It exists for the sole purpose of being a cake decorator's aid. You use it to complement the monotonous brown color on that wedding cake. But you don't--repeat, don't--make the mistake of thinking that people actually seek out white chocolate as something to eat. The wonderful complementing tastes of chocolate and peanut butter is missing in this travesty of candy; the peanut butter entirely overwhelms the wimpy non-flavor of white chocolate. And the white chocolate has the wrong texture, too; it doesn't melt at the right moment, doesn't break apart around the rim of the cup correctly, doesn't look right. This is lousy, awful candy, a hateful mockery of the best candy ever made. I resent its existence.
See, I'm not too snobby about originality when the result of the plagiarism is something I want to eat. Reese's Poppable-esque Candy
Hold it. I take that back. I've got to be honest with you. I wrote that first paragraph before I ate one of these things. I just wasn't sure I could eat any more candy. But, due to a remarkable sense of duty and an unflappable, iron will (also, I am very handsome and have a steely gaze), I resolved to fulfill my charge as a Random Reviewer: I ate one of these new Reese's with Caramel. Wow. They rock. Somehow, Reese's got the chocolate / peanut butter / caramel mix just right with this new candy. You can taste all three at the same time. The textures work together. The caramel isn't stiff and chewy, but it doesn't just slop down your chin, either. I'll go so far as to say that it's almost as good as the original. -Elden Review of the Scrubbing Bubbles® Automatic Shower CleanerI was born in 1966, which means I am one of the elder statesmen of Generation X. Well, more middle-aged statesman, but I’m diverging from my point before I even get close to making it. My point is that my generation grew up watching The Jetsons (did you know the voice actor who did Astro also did Scooby Doo? It’s obvious when you think about it) and therefore had the very reasonable expectation that our lives would have a technologically-enhanced convenience and simplicity. In general, my generation is disappointed with the way things have turned out. I still have to dress myself, for example. I still have to drive my car, which does not fly. I still have to purchase, transport, store, prepare, and chew my own food. I do not, however, have to clean my shower.
The Best $20 I Have Ever Spent I bought the Scrubbing Bubbles® Automatic Shower Cleaner within a few days of buying my new house. I did this in desperate hope that it really would work, because the shower is largish, with tile for the floor and two walls, along with glass for the remaining wall and door. I popped the battery into the main unit, upended the magical cleaning stuff into it, and hung the works above the shower nozzle. That took less than five minutes, because I am a very capable, competent person. I’m handsome, too, but that’s neither here nor there. I told my wife how to use the cleaner: push the blue button as you exit the shower. That’s it. Then, thirty seconds later, a little sprinkler spins around, hosing off your shower with low-strength cleaner. In the six weeks we have lived at our house, we have not cleaned the shower. Instead, we just push the button. And the shower stays clean. Really clean. Jetsons-clean.
Cost The main dispenser thingy cost $20 at a grocery store, with enough cleaner to last about a month. Where the Scrubbing Bubbles people hope to make their money, of course, is in refills. That’s about seven bucks per month. Which is a bargain.
Recommendation and Final Thoughts The Scrubbing Bubbles® Automatic Shower Cleaner is the most wonderful time-saving device ever invented, and goes a long way toward satisfying my desperate desire to have my life automated. As such, I recommend this device even more strongly than you think I do. I can hardly wait ‘til the kitchen version comes out. -Elden Review of My Hair, IIUnlike Elden, I don't think it's important to be aware of my hair, unless I see my photo in the back of one of my hardback novels. Elden reviewed his hair a couple days ago, so Dug and I, at minimum, must now review our hair. Me first.
Front View
Bonus Photo
See how my neck muscles bulge to keep my head from lolling?
Side View
Alternate Front View
Rear View
You're next, Dug. Review of My HairMuch of what is wrong in the world can be traced to a proclivity among people to not seriously look at their hair. People look at their hair in a front-facing mirror, and think, unaccountably, that this is how they look to other people. This, you see, is why comb-overs exist. Suspecting that my male pattern baldness might be worse than it looks to me in the mirror, I recently commissioned my wife to photograph my head from several different angles. I have studied these photographs and am now prepared to offer an objective analysis of my hair.
Front View First, a few observations about my general appearance:
Now, on to my hair, from this point of view: ie, the one I see in the mirror.
Side View It’s here at the side view that you can see I need to drop a few pounds. I just love the way my chin just sort of becomes my neck, without any evidence whatsoever of a jawline. OK, let’s talk about hair.
Top View (Back) This may be the best picture ever taken of me. Most flattering, in any case. As far as I can tell, there’s nothing but upside:
Top View (Front) I admit to being dismayed at this photo. Consider:
Conclusion and Recommendation Both on quantity and quality, the cons of my hair clearly outweigh the pros. It pains me to say this, but I cannot recommend my hair, and must advise against male-pattern baldness of the variety I seem to have. -Elden |
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