In my office, there’s always candy around. Our receptionist usually provides the lil candybar minis of Snickers and Milky Way and whatever else, while my direct supervisor tries to mix it up a bit, and usually purchases a huge bag of the half-size candybars. When that happens I’m like “score!—we’re half way to a FULL-SIZE candy bar.”
The other day, I was lamenting the fact that the Thanksgiving holiday had given way to a wholesale ignorance of the candybar situation. There was none to be found, and I was experiencing that early afternoon lethargy that can only be repaired by a jolt of cheap-ass chocolate, nougat and maybe a nut of some kind. So I brought this to the attention of my supervisor. She hopped right to it and got some loot for our department. However, I was disturbed and dismayed to see her walking toward me an hour later holding a basket full of Paydays. Paydays, I thought, were the ghetto versions of Snickers, the candybar that my mom would buy on sale for trick-or-treaters.
Getting a Payday made me feel the way I felt when, at 12, I asked my stepfather for Bon Jovi’s “
New Jersey
” for Christmas, only to receive Bon Jovi’s debut self-titled album filled with tracks completely unknown to me. When the Paydays came my way, that horrible feeling came rushing back.
But for crying out loud, I’m the one who made a fuss about the candy, and therefore, I must take a Payday. Admittedly, I was never really sure what was in a Payday (I’d always thought, erroneously, that nougat was a component), so I knew I had to find out and just bust right into it. Payday is simply a caramel log encrusted with extremely salty peanuts. Nothing really to it. The first bite felt and tasted like I’d just taken a spoonful from my overpriced tin of fleur de sel. Salty as hell. But then lo and behold, the chewy caramel comes in with its superhero sweetness and BAM!—a wonderful combination of sweet, chewy and salty. The next frontier: Zagnut, anyone? -AK
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