The mystery of the ages

Ane is getting to eat her Easter candy one piece at a time. Her candy is in a plastic baggie on the kitchen counter – completely separate from Tad’s, of course – and after eating her dinner and cleaning her plate last night, she begged me for JUST ONE PIECE of candy.

(What she doesn’t know is that I’ve already started disposing of it, a couple of pieces at a time. The bad chocolate, of course. The good stuff is reserved for parental consumption. I’m a bad, bad mommy.)

She chose a mini Reese’s peanut butter cup, and I don’t think she’d actually eaten one before. She has usually gone with solid chocolate pieces or harder candy. So it was her first peanut butter cup and she was delighted with it. However, she did have a question. “Mom, how did the peanut butter get into the chocolate?”

I smiled, because I remember wondering that very same thing as a kid. “It happens when they make the peanut butter cups in the factory,” I said.

“Have you been there to see it?” she asked.

“No, but I’ve seen it on Food Network,” I replied. And then her brother dumped his milk over onto my leg at the dinner table, so that conversation was over.

But another peanut butter cup lover was born.

One Response to “The mystery of the ages”

  1. Ressis
    April 15th, 2009 08:10

    You know I thought giving up peanut butter cups was going to be really hard after cutting out peanut products, but it has thankfully been quite easy.