@tf I agree. I had some the other day. Lurve to you!
I used to be able to eat the iced circus animals, but can’t anymore. Back in the mid-80s at a software start-up, we were on total crunch to ship our first product. The lead programmer and I lived in the office for three weeks. I remember my husband and Mom coming to bring me clothes, but I had passed out on my sleeping bag so they just looked at me for a few minutes and then went away. My skin got like alligator skin from the dry atmosphere of the HVAC, because I never went outside.
Doug would eat those iced circus animal cookies by the bagful every night for the sugar to keep him going through the night. One night toward the end, he wandered up to my desk holding out an iced circus animal cookie and said, “I think I’m in trouble, because these don’t taste sweet to me anymore.”
Now, they remind me of that awful time, and I can’t even look at them much less eat them.