Alas Poor York

Theo: “Alas, poor York! I knew him, Hershey! A pattie of infinite peppermint and most excellent dark chocolate.”
Theo: “Where are your chills now? Your sweetness? Your taste? Your flashes of silver wrapping that were wont to set my tastebuds crying?”
Theo drops the empty candy bag into the bin.
Lightfoot: “Looks like I went to the store in the nick of time.” Theo: “You are my prince!”

Wintertime is always the best time for Hershey’s York Peppermint Patties, if only because they won’t melt on the way back home. I thought I’d have fun teasing the Bard a bit, if only because an empty candy bag is such a sad thing at any time. To refresh your memory, here are the two parts of the speech that I took pleasure in butchering (Hamlet, V:1) —

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

Where be your gibes now? Your gambols? Your songs? Your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar?

May all of Stafford-Upon-Avon forgive me, and you can discover still more tasty facts and recipes using Yorks by visiting Hershey’s site for their contribution to minty magnificence. Trust me: It’s worth the visit!

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Darevenin
January 8, 2020, 10:07 am
Goodnight, sweet Cookies.