just a little knuts

Peanut Butter.  Peanut Butter is hands-down awesome for all the many ways I can eat it and for all the ways it finds its way into my stomach.  I have it in the morning on cinnamon raisin bread and miraculously I can last for a few hours.  I’m digressing.

Peanut Butter.  Peanut Butter is hands-down awesome especially paired up with nothing but the most fantasgasmic that is chocolate.  Back when I didn’t have a day job and weekends weren’t for running errands, I can remember Knuts. 

No, not the Polar Bear:

Knut the Polar Bear


Although this guy is ridiculously cute despite the inevitability of growing up to be one of the most ferocious of bears.

Instead think of a peanut.  Plain ol’ peanut.  Okay.  Then think of a peanut made out of chocolate.  I would completely post a picture of them if I could find one, but apparently Knuts are apart of a secret society that doesn’t leave any trace of their past existence.

It’s a tragedy, I tell you.  They were filled with creamy peanut butter not dry crusty butter and were absolutely wonderful straight out of the fridge (a bit of a sacrilege but I like my chocolate cold).  I would bite along the visible seam so that I halved them with perfect amounts of peanut butter on either side.  Lovely.

I consider myself a fine researcher and overall pretty resourceful, but no amount of googling has resulted in the whereabouts of the wonderful treat.  I did find, however, several other desperate and confused individuals in search of the very same Knut.  I will find said Knut…