I'm a sentimental fool. I love things that revive old memories for me. (probably because my memory is so bad, I need all the help I can get!)
So every once in a while, usually at the beginning of the summer, I get a craving for some treat from my childhood. It usually turns out pretty well, like when I rediscovered Sixlets last summer, with the hard candy coating and the malted chocolate and the tiny cellophane packages.
But why on EARTH did I think, in the craft store today, that getting Circus Peanuts would be a good idea?!