Normally I like candy in my popcorn, not popcorn in my candy, but this is Moose Munch popcorn.
Between agonizing over makes, trims, and greasy car salesmen, I was able to enjoy what remains of the winter with a Moose Munch Chocolate Bar in the park.
And though nothing new, the candy bar, hiding among the sour sprays and Whitman's Samplers at Walgreens, was new to me. Their candy bar will slap the taste of the $2 buck choc out your mouth and put a crunchy smile on your face.
The unassuming bar comes in a camouflaged wrapper, presumably to hunt Moose, which seems cruel and ironic, but tastes so very good.
"Hey der, Pete, dats some good Moose, pass da ammo."
Made in Oregon (which translates to land of many colorful raincoats), the 2 oz. Harry and David bar is available in both dark and milk chocolate, but is all about the center, a lively and familiar blend of cashews, almonds, toffee, popcorn, and fudge.
Their popcorn is good, their candy bar is better.
If that doesn't float your moose, perhaps a bag of Moose Poop, Moose Nuts, or Moose Poop with sunflower seeds will.
Although it's too late to digress but never too late to ruminate, I can't help but think of a wonderful soul named Mary Moose, the woman who taught me to love dogs, tolerate cats, and appreciate southerners—another post, another gift card, a new scanner.