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What Sweeney’s have done right.

February 10th, 2009 6 comments
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups

We don’t have much choice shop-wise around here. It’s pretty much Sweeney’s Supervalu at Achill Sound (8 miles away) or nothing and so we’ve always had a bit of a love/hate relationship (one sided of course!).

Sweeney’s have been in my good books ever since they decided to start stocking my favourite confectionery. It was extremely lucky for me because this coincided with our decision to quit smoking and I needed something to fill the void.

I’ve been in Ireland for almost 9 years now and miss very few things from old London Town. I’d completely forgotten about Reese’s products, but when I spotted them at the sweetie counter, it was like meeting an old lover again and finding out that age has improved him.

Is it the glossy packaging? I really love the design, but that’s not what makes them so attractive to me. Over the last few years I’ve developed a taste for a kind of alternate sweet/salty mix. I’d got to the point where I couldn’t eat a chocolate bar without a packet of Walkers cheese and onion as a chaser and vice versa (my infatuation with Tayto has long been a thing of the past).

Reese’s have both, chocolateyness and saltiness in the one product and in the perfect balance for me. For a while I convinced myself that Reese’s are healthier for me based on the “why shovel two products down your cake-hole when you can just have one?” principle.  Now it’s turned into something else. There are two Reese’s products in Sweeney’s and I love them both and I can never make my mind up which to eat. It seems so much fairer to just have them both and that way madness lies.

Oh baby!

Oh baby!

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No smoke without fire?

December 9th, 2008 No comments

It’s now almost 9 weeks since we gave up smoking. I’ve not mentioned it before because it’s been such a difficult subject to talk about. We’ve done so well so far. It’s a miracle that we haven’t killed each other and amazing that we’ve hardly even argued. We should deserve a huge pat on the back. The problem is, I don’t really feel worthy.

You see, pretty much every night I dream I am buying cigarettes, hiding them and planning to smoke them secretly. Sometimes I’m choosing from rows and rows of beautifully decorated cigarette packets, sparkly, bejewelled and so tempting. Usually I don’t actually smoke in my dreams (although I have once or twice) but I do think about how wonderful it would be to feel that sensation. When I’m awake, I can’t allow myself to think those thoughts.

I wake up feeling so guilty. As a smoker, I never dreamt about smoking, now I can’t stop. Can I really call myself a non-smoker when I spend so much (unconscious) time thinking about it, planning to do it or actually doing it?

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