P.B. Crisp, P.B. Crisp, P.B. Crisp!



The golden nugget of snacking in the early 90's was Planter's P.B. Crisps. There are those that might argue they're just a peanut shaped Nutter Butter, but those are the same assholes that go to crowded stores in the middle of the day wearing pajama bottoms and flip flops. Those bastards couldn't tell the Hope diamond from a glass doorknob. P.B. Crisps were the messiah of junk food, preaching the good word of peanut butter creme wrapped gently into a crisp wafer shell. No other snack could compare.



I was addicted to P.B. Crisps. I knew they were a pricier snack, but I was willing to kick a ferret for a bag. One bag was never enough, they were so sweet and easy to pop down that each bag barely made it through a night of TGIF on ABC. When it came to the chocolate and peanut butter variety there was no greater sin. Chocolate P.B. Crisps ranked higher than even the most fried, batter-dipped, sugar-powdered carnival treat imaginable.

Whatever force at Planters decided to discontinue this snack food of the Gods needs to be hunted and stricken. Any excuse short of the recipe containing cancer causing ingredients won't hold water to the throngs of deprived and endlessly longing snackers.

 

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