I am taking a tiny break, but I feel guilty when I do that so I have got you some awesome biatches to entertain you in my absence. If you want to be a guest biatch send me your post asap along with a margarita, block of chocolate and your credit card details.
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I love Peanut MMs, in fact I love crunching on most anything nutty, excepting the hairy kind of nuts.
Reaching back into the dim dark recesses of my childhood (when I was 5yo) there was boarding school in Lagos, Nigeria, where we had pancakes for breakfast some days, smothered in peanut butter and sweet sticky syrup. I think that is when the love of all things nutty started.
That love morphed into a long standing relationship with Peanut MMs during my mid 20s. When I was sad their colours would brighten my day. The crunch of the outer coating was so satisfying, fulfilling a primal need to crush and destroy on bad days. I would savour the chocolaty goodness before diving into the delicious peanut centre. And when life got all crazy and out of control I could find a measure of order and reassurance grouping my Peanut MMs by colouring and eating them in order of largest pile to smallest.
Even better my husband doesn’t like Peanut MMs, so they were all mine, mine, MINE!
But now those days are long gone, that crutch taken from me, my 6 year old is nut allergic, the ever present epipen trumps my need for a peanut MM shaped crutch.
So I go looking for a new crutch, a support for the days when autism parenting is not so positive, no more than one coffee a day says the neurologist, no smoking says the asthma, plain old chocolate lacks that satisfying predatory crunch, my crohns revolts when alcohol is added and my family is all too fond of chips and popcorn and wish to share that crutch.
Help me Internets! I need something….
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The mere fact that you were at a boarding school in Lagos Spins Me Out so much that I can’t concentrate on the ball … I mean the nuts..
Ice has a satisfying crunch, not the same as Peanut MM’s though!
This is a crisis!
I would suggest meringues, but they are messy. I know. We make meringues every time we have carbonara o I don’t waste any part of the egg (this means we make them weekly, of course), and unless you have a plate they crumble all over the floor. And using crockery or cutlery makes food less fun 🙁
I still colour code my M&Ms and Smarties.
Can you settle for plain M&M’s?
Thankfully The Boy outgrew his peanut allergy, but before he did, The Other Half and The Girl would always have a peanutty treat whenever they were out of the house together without The Boy.
Have you tried Maltesers? No peanutty goodness in them, but still chocolatey and crunchy.
I don’t know what they’re called in Australia, but here in the U.S. they’re known as “Whoppers”. Malted milk balls. Crunchy middles topped with chocolate. Yummy stuff, too.
Pretzel M&Ms are my new favorite, nice and crunchy with a bit of chocolate.
Another American candy that might do the trick is Milk Duds you can get them in some specialty stores in Australia though.
I dunno what could ever take the place of peanut M&M’s but you might try a Kit Kat bar. They really are good and no nuts.
Kit Kat. Nice crunch, easy to carry. Malt Balls are a great suggestion
That chocolate bar you can get called Crunch – has rice crisps in it – not too bad. Or for a different flavour what about peppermint crisp?
OMG, this is the first time I’ve read a post from a mother who is Just Like Me. In a past-life I was addicted to peanut M and Ms, roast nuts (which girl wasn’t?), scorched almonds, chocolate peanuts, sugared peanuts, and honey roasted macadamia nuts. Not to mention Asian meals with almonds and cashews. No, none can ever pass my lips or enter my household – I can’t even kiss Mr Aspie 10 if I’ve eaten nuts, so they are completely off-limits. Thank you for sharing this secret, hidden pain of allergy Mums everywhere.