You know how I feel about Pop-Tarts; I’m not exactly a fan. Both of my kids seem to view them as the Holy Grail of forbidden over-processed treats, though. I have no idea why.
If I was a nicer person, I might scoop up this 48-pack of Pop-Tarts at Amazon for just $8.60 shipped (assuming you still have Prime, or free shipping on $25+ with Super Saver Shipping). I suppose I might, anyway, for an after-baseball snack, or something.
Or to use as pavers on the front walkway. Whatever.
I used to like pop tarts just fine in a mmmm, Junk Food kind of way.
Then when I was pregnant with my daughter and everything made me vomit (or nearly so), a friend told me that the only thing she could stomach when she was pregnant was cinnamon pop tarts.
So I bought one out of the vending machine and (you know where this is going, right?) puked it up in the office bathroom and that was the last time I ever ate, or had a desire to eat, a pop tart.
You’re welcome. 🙂
I am loathe to admit it, but s’mores pop tarts are my guilty pleasure. I know they have absolutely no redeeming value, and yet, somehow, they are a combination of chocolate and fat and sugar that I can’t resist.