Anger Burger

I’m sorry, I mean Twin Bing.

Last month I tried the Cherry Mash and wondered why God hates us.  Somewhere along the way I picked up the Twin Bing, forgot about it and then remembered it when I was unpacking.  Twin Bing!  That has a good sound to it if you ask me.  I’ve got a good feeling about the Twin Bing.

Aaand, nope.

I mean, I like a scrotum made of muddy gravel as much as the next lady, but I’m not entirely certain how this whole concept cleared the tower.  Is the Midwest really that  naive?  Can they be?  They can’t be, can they?  Midwest, I know you’re reading this, I need your input.

Oh right, the taste: better than a Cherry Mash, still not as good as almost any other candy bar.  Is it really too much to ask to not have cherry cough-syrup flavored fondant in the middle?  My problem is the fondant – gawd I love a cherry cordial, and I think it’s not too much to ask that somehow a cherry cordial and a peanut chocolate-bar can have a baby together and make a peanut-cherry bar that doesn’t taste like someone is sneaking me medicine.