Pleasantly Not Repulsed! ...
(Thank you for indulging my Faulknerian meditation on Swedish Fish. I just bowed.)
While I was at the store, wandering around, thinking that I should probably leave with more than a box of Swedish Fish and a bottle of low-fat chocolate milk, I headed down the aisle that houses oatmeal, because I've been pondering a cookie that would require oatmeal, which is on the bottom shelf because as mascots go, a Quaker isn't the sexiest option so there's really no reason to keep him at eye level, and besides, people who buy oatmeal can probably benefit from having to bend over to pick it up, and that's when I passed the Pop-Tarts which are absolutely at eye level and which take up far more shelf real estate than you'd expect, and holy hell, do you know what I saw?!
And yes, I immediately thought, "THESE ARE REESE'S IN POP-TART FORM!"
And, Swedish Fish aside, I thought of Angelo again, because he loves Reese's, as do I, as does any sane member of the human race.
And Pop-Tarts were on sale.
On sale, people.
So I had to buy them. For research's sake.
I had to.
So I did.
And just a little while ago, I put one – just one – in my toaster and set it on the lowest heat setting, as instructed, and didn't even let it toast for a full toast cycle, and removed it to a paper towel and let it cool ever so slightly and broke off a piece and popped it into my mouth and, as the title of this post has already revealed, I was pleasantly not repulsed!
It's not quite the same as a Reese's, because it's a Pop-Tart, but they're definitely related in the flavor department.
And, hello, check out the callout on the box:
Will I eat the rest of them?
I don't think so.
But I am very glad to have bought them, and tried them, and photographed them, and written about them.
Angelo, in case these had somehow not yet penetrated your consciousness, you may want to search them out. Maybe keep a box in your luggage and warm them up with the irons in the closets of hotels.
For when you're on the road and it's late and you're left wanting for something chock full of preservatives and crap.
In other words, when you've run out of Swedish Fish.