Overload Smores
If you like marshmallow (and what campfire girl doesn’t), then you might be drawn to Overload Smores. Its cookie base, marsh dome, & choc coating evoke a Smore, a trendy flavor (and one that seems to attract chicks, tho I’m happy to stand corrected on that). It’s a 3-pack, each sprinkled w/ a different, semi-Nestle item: crunch, candies, & a weird Butterfingery nugget. But it’s not by Nestle, it’s by a small NY indie, S&S (who btw has done similar prods to this, w/ reesey type cups and/or other toppings). For marsh fans, it’s good but clumsy: too tall to bite and also, cookie + dome fall apart instantly.
posted by TG @ 11:13 AM
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T.G., where's the little bite that you usually put in the photo? Or did you eat them all!?!
tg:
if you look at the label, there are 2 marshmallows that seem to indicate 'o'. wouldn't that make this s'moores?
this looks great...NO pb anywhere in sight!
Are these anything like Mallomars? Or are those still destined to become a fond memory of my misspent youth ... unless I move back to the East Coast.
does that mean clairevoyant is a marshmallow fan?
i'm with kirk. they sound like mini mallomar cookies. does any remember valomilk candy, sorta like a peanut butter cup with a creamy, marhmallow like filling that melted in your mouth. yum.
mmmmmmmmmmmarshmallow.
I didn't think that Vallomars or Mallomilks or whatever the hell they're called had cookies in them. Thouht they were just chocolate. But I'm not from the glorious Northeast so I don't know shit.
peanut gallery is always such a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day
m.b., i did eat all three. sorry i didn't get a pic.
i found them to be similar to a mallomar, but heavier and stiffer.
i love valomilks, too
Must be tough walking through a cow pasture when you don't know shit, P.G.
EMERGENCY POST!!!
I can't believe I have to interrupt my day for this shit. But let me put these nasty rumors to rest right now, because you people can't mind your own business or quit bothering me with this report that I've decided to separate from Katie.
Excuse me, but I am a FAMILY MAN. A family man with a bad back who just decided on his own to sleep in a different room because it has a better mattress. I mean, there's no reason I should sleep with Katie. For one, she's getting really fat. Pig fat. And, two, she's starting to smell and whine and wanting to have conversations and ... hell, who wants to sleep with that? I've got to get up early in the mornings and attend to BUSINESS.
Listen, just think about it. Am I going to give up my baby. The baby I've worked VERY HARD to have. HELL NO!
I hope this puts things in their proper perspective and that you people can get on with your day and quit bothering me.
Find a cow pasture, Tommy boy... wear some boots and swagger to-and-fro... soon you will notice that shit happens... the rest is risky business and is simply up to you...
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