A Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups experiment
Everything in life is about balance. Any extreme represents potential ruination; more isn’t always better, nor is less always worse. (Think wine: two glasses are GREAT, 22 will probably kill you. Same goes for children!)
So when it comes to thinking about my favorite mass-produced candies, it’s all about balance.
I love peanut butter cups. Love them like Tom loves Scientology or your mother-in-law loves complaining… I would write them symphonies… give them my only pillow… help them MOVE… let them borrow my car AND help them hide the body.
I might even name my first child Reese.
But honestly, who amongst us hasn’t wondered which Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup product has the perfect ratio of chocolate to peanut butter? It’s like the identity of Jack the Ripper – one of life’s great mysteries.
That mystery ends today! (The peanut butter cup one, not Jack – though my money’s on the painter.)
For the benefit of mankind, I’ve spent the past few hours consuming eons of Reeseian calories. (My jeans are still skinny… the rest of me? Not so much.)
In order from worst to best, the players: