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.
Next is Marita. She has pink hair. Awesomeness.
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….
Marita blogs at ‘Stuff With Thing’ about life, the universe and Autism.