Trix are for Kids!

And let me tell you, someone has been playing tricks on me!

I am the ripe age of 25, well 26 in 18 days, but who is counting!?! Anyway, for all those years that I went trick-or-treating, and I did so until my first year of college, (when some jerk decided to put dog food in my bucket thus ruining the holiday for me) I have thought and been convinced that I do not like Twix. I used to trade Twix with my brother and sister, and they used to taunt me because I had traded "the best candy ever" for something as ridiculous as a pack of Dots (which I really like! along with Swedish Fish).

However, today after reading a friend's blog I thought "what the heck, try something you think you hate, you may like it again" and convinced myself that the bite sized twix would not kill me, and in fact would make me stronger since my blood sugar at the time was feeling a bit low. So, I took one of the 10 miniature bars, and struggled through the first bite with apprehension. Then it hit me.

The chewy caramel, the crunchy wafer with a taste I can't describe, all wrapped in a delicious, smooth and creamy chocolate. It all hit me. Hard. Like a ton of bricks in an alternate universe with an increased gravitational pull. I like Twix. not only do I like Twix, but I think I love them! I was not amused! I was infuriated that I had let it go on this long without even testing it. It has been at least 10 years since I have had a twix bar. I always say "No thanks" when offered and feel like a turd because people look at me crazy. Well I WAS crazy!! How the heck did I ever think I didn't like Twix? All these years I had traded one of the best things I had ever put in my mouth.

Suffice to say, the pack of ten is now a pack of zero, and there is a hint of chocolate lingering on the corner of my crazed mouth.