Werther's, Moose Tracks and Heroin, oh my!

My dad is a very habitual person. Between the habits and the napping, at times I think there's a cat in his lineage somewhere. A couple of years ago he picked up a Werther's Originals candy fixation - when we went somewhere, he had to start the journey with a certain number of Werther's. Eventually he abandoned that for something else - Moose Tracks ice cream from Hardee's. (Which, incidentally, makes me furious, because he's as thin as a rail, despite the Moose Tracks and the fact that he eats at least 20% of some sort of cake every single night, in addition to frequent pizza and french fries. He's an excellent example of my observation that if you're a regular runner (even if it's just a mile and a half or so) you can eat what you want.)

Anyway, the other day I bought several packages of Creme Savers to send to Scott (he's a big fan of those) including a flavor I hadn't seen before, butter toffee. (As I've mentioned, I'm a sucker for anything "New! Nuevo!" If you peruse my shower (and might I add, don't) you'll see that most of my beauty supply arsenal proclaims, "New! Nuevo!") As I was getting the Creme Savers ready to mail, I had to try one of the butter toffees (which are good, by the way) and I offered one to Dad, who was sitting nearby.

He said, "Oh no, I don't want to get back on that."

I had to roll back my memory to make sure I hadn't said, "Here Dad, would you like to try this syringe of heroin?" Or, "Whew, I just can't finish this eight ball. Want to polish it off?" When I was confident I hadn't inadvertently turned into a drug pusher, I decided that Dad just didn't want to venture back into the dark abyss of butter toffee addiction. It's all the same for him, I guess, and he realizes it - which is why he's never touched alcohol. Thank goodness.

Oh, and speaking of Moose Tracks ice cream - I found a sugar-free version made with Splenda, by Pierre's, that is actually really good.