How to Avoid Attacking a Bag of M&M’s
Pray Scripture
I have a not so secret sweet tooth
It isn’t a blessing. But calling it a curse is rather harsh. And calling it a cross degenerates the meaning and value of the cross.
The cross in my life is serious stuff. Not to be equated with “forbidden to self- candy.”
That family size bag of M&M’s
How I love those off-limits brightly colored peanut-filled crunchy treats. I prefer having the same number of each color. I eat them in turn. It’s a ritual. Except for the brown ones. Those I eat first. All of them. I don’t like the color.
After that, it’s one color after the other. One at a time. Don’t try to tell me they all taste the same. Some days I save a yellow one for last. Sometimes blue or red. Colors affect my mood. But yellow, cheerful and bright, is the favorite.
I committed a serious error in checking into the history of my favorite treat. And found myself plunging headlong down a rabbit hole designed for a behemoth of the species
M&M’s were first introduced on September 10, 1941, by Mars Incorporate. Wikipedia describes it as follows:
