When I was growing up, every Christmas my parents would give us a giant bag of peanut M&Ms in our stockings. Apart from the new coloring book and crayons, this was my biggest delight. My Dad still gives us this treasure except times are different now. Not that I don't need to eat them for "fat body" reasons, it's that I now have a son with a peanut allergy. We can't even have plain M&Ms because there is a peanut "warning" on the package. My poor son deals with this with as much grace as any 6 year old boy would when he can't have a treat like everyone else.
About these delightful little goodies, as you can see from the Christmas packaging I received these again this year despite my Dad knowing about my son's allergy. And guess what I did? Despite my knowing my son's allergy, I ate these bad boys for breakfast (in hiding of course).
I had to get rid of them some how.