Smokehouse almonds
Especially the salted ones, are one of my serious weaknesses. And although my motto has always been “Serving size is when the container is empty”, I can no longer eat more than a handful at a time due to the reduced capacity of my stomach.
That doesn’t stop me from plugging away at the bag until it’s empty; it just now takes me a week instead of the previous 2 hours to finish off a bag.
And it acts as a marker. The insoluble fiber in an almond is so intensely effective that it pushes everything ahead of it out of the way so that it may deposit itself as a creamy, fragrant Almond Pudding.
Maybe someday I’ll put up a paypal button and the squeamish among you can pay me to insert brain-bleach warnings in posts.
Naaaaah.

I’d beg you to think of the children, but they tend to like poop jokes so I think it’s a moot point.
Almond Pudding Poop! HaHaHa
Here’s a list for future, uh, descriptives:
http://www.angelfire.com/oh/pecanpip/diffsheet.html
Oh man! What a mental picture, first thing in the mornin’.
Whew!!
Bob
III
pay for the warnings? nnoooooo…. that’s what we come here for! ;)
And for those fast approaching hot summer days (or evenings) “Frozen Almond Pudding Poops!”
A warning?
Fuck no! That would take all the fun out of reading you.
To this day, I still won’t eat hush puppies.
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At Hilo Hattie’s on Maui they had SPAM flavored almonds. Is yummy.