You must be wondering why I'd blog about a Salted Nut Roll, well the answer to that is simple, Dad. Yep another blog about my Dad and how some odd thing reminds me of him. First the chair and now a candy bar. My Dad would buy these to take to work with him, if I was lucky, he'd forget that he had it in the truck while he worked.One of the perks of being the youngest child is that by the time I came along, Dad had learned it was easier just to say yes. I'd ask him to share and he'd give me the whole bar. The best part is that it had sat in a hot truck all day and inside was warm and soft. I'm also not afraid to admit that when I say the Salted Nut Roll in my local grocery store I said "oh hell yeah" and grabbed two. Now if only I could get my Dad to come to New York so that I can let them sit in his truck all day before I eat them.
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