I go through phases where I’m really into a certain snack or food. For example, from the time I could start taking my lunch to school, to just about the time I graduated high school, I would bring a ham sandwich, goldfish, lemonade and something for dessert every day.
Every single day.
I would enjoy a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sprinkles for dessert almost nightly as well.
During pregnancy, I went through a caesar salad kick.
Once I find something I like, I stick with it.
Over the holidays my mom went to Costco and came back with about 15 packages of Snappers. She packed 13 of them in the car to take back to illinois with her, and the other two were opened at my house. I was pretty distracted with my newborn son, so I didn’t really partake as everyone else started to enjoy them.
Finally, when there were only about 7 remaining in the last bag, I took my first bite of a Snapper.
My life was forever changed. I heard an angel chorus and beams of light began to emerge from my heart.
It was the most delicious and perfectly satisfying snack I’ve ever had.
Pretzel, check. Chocolate, check. Caramel topped with a bit of salt, check.
Nothing is better.
So my addiction started. And there were only 6 little Snappers left in the bag.
A few weeks passed, the Snappers had long since ran out, and I began jonesin’ for another Snapper.
I packed up David and off to Costco we went.
My mom had told me where these heavenly treats were located in Costco, so I went straight for that aisle. No sense in filling my cart with other junk when I needed to leave space for Snappers.
They weren’t there. I couldn’t find them anywhere. I wiped the sweat from my brow, and tried to slow my heart rate. I found a Costco employee and asked, “Snappers? Have you seen them? Tell me you still have them!” I nearly grabbed his neck collar and shook him about.
“Oh, I think we are sold out of those”.
My head dropped in despair and I dragged my feet out of there empty handed.
When I got home, I googled “Snappers at Costco” to see if I could buy them anywhere else. I scrolled through a few pages and found the company’s Facebook page. Snappers were created at a charming chocolate shop in Pittsburgh, PA.
And my friend Kacia was a fan of the Facebook page.
“Kacia can help me locate the Snappers!” I thought to myself.
I called her right away. She didn’t answer, but I left a lengthy message complaining about Pittsburgh having everything good. . . (you know, her and the Snappers).
She called back, laughing at how desperate and defeated I sounded in my voice mail, and informed me that the owners of the Milkshake Factory, where the Snappers were invented, were friends of hers! I was star stuck! Then she went on to make my life complete and said she’d talk to them to see if they are coming back to Costco AND that she would go buy me a few bags and ship them to me.
In the meantime, I continued my googling and discovered that I could buy them online! I couldn’t wait any longer and ordered 3 bags to be delivered to my house.
I promptly called my mom to inform her of this fact as she too had fallen in love with Snappers and she gasped.
“KATE. Yesterday I ordered 4 bags to be sent to your house because I know how bad you’ve been wanting them!” she yelled. I had ruined her surprise
A grin slowly spread from ear to ear.
7 bags of Snappers were on their way to me. I cried out in joy, startling David, and then scooped him into my arms and did the Snapper dance.
The Snappers arrived and then quickly were devoured in an embarrassingly amount of time.
Meanwhile, Kacia had told her friends about my deep love for Snappers and they were kind enough to contact me and send me a “care package” of a few more bags!
At this point Justin is both shocked and slightly embarrassed at my emotions toward a salty treat. But he’s not a snacker, nor does he have a big sweet tooth, so he wouldn’t understand. And frankly, that means more Snappers for me!
I’m currently enjoying a Snapper as I write this. And I need you to know, dear reader, that you must try these. They are perfection.
*While I did receive a care package full of Snappers from the company, I wasn’t compensated for this post. And I would have written it regardless of whether or not Snapper’s creators contacted me. I consider it my purpose to inform the rest of the world of this delicious treat. If I could hand out Snappers to strangers, I would. . . but that could land me in jail. And I’m pretty sure they don’t have Snappers on the menu in jail.