This week: Circus Peanuts and the Unicorn
By
Simone Subversive
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Rant
I have an inexplicable soft spot in my soul for circus peanuts; you know the orange, semi-soft, semi-hard candy that’s shaped like peanuts and tastes like a combination of red dye #5, yellow dye # 3, and sugar?
Whenever I see them in stores I’m instantly drawn. But I limit myself to gorging on a 2.99 bag of Circus Peanuts just once a year.
I think my love of this heinous confection is connected to childhood memories of the annual school trip to the Ringling Brothers circus.

Eating Circus Peanuts now is like prying open a crack in the window of that little girl’s life to let a sliver of that innocence shine through. It’s fleeting and it’s nostalgia. Too often—while I revel in that taste of the past-- my window works itself shut and I’m left with half a bag of some pretty terrible candy.