Gertrude Hawk Peanut Butter Overload Smidgens (Also I Contemplate My Blogging Mortality)

     Gertrude Hawk has my heart.  It's a tie between her and Mrs Fields for my affection.  Apparently "I'm a snack food blogger" isn't the pick up line I was led to believe it is when I chose this life path.
     Mr. Hawk definitely died of something related to cookie intake.  Is he dead yet?  I have no idea how old they are.  I'm going to assume they both are since Gertrude Hawk was founded in 1936.  He probably lived a good life.  Where was I?  Right, blogging is a bad pick-up line.  On TV I'm always seeing couples making food together.*  You know the last time someone made me cookies (where I was sober enough to remember)?  My Christmas cookie extravaganza.
     Eventually I'm going to run out of snacks to blog about.  That will be a dark day.  I'm going to have marry a Russian mail order bride and hope Putin still allows people to learn how to bake.  I heard a horror story about someone buying a mail order bride, then she divorced him for half his stuff and wrecked his credit score.  At least I got cookies, right?

    

     Now that I've thoroughly bummed you out I should probably get to the smidgens.  Fundamentally I find this to be an oxymoron.  Overload means a lot.  Smidgen means a little.  Might wanna talk to someone in your PR department about that one.  Or if you don't have someone to ask, my services are available for cheap.
     Oxymoron aside, these things are fucking amazing.  It's pure peanut butter.  The outside of the bunny is the kind of denser peanut butter forming a shell around softer peanut butter inside.  It's like an overload of peanut butter in a smidgen of a portion!  9/10
* My extent of relationship knowledge extends to The Simpsons.