Warm Delights…the fact that the women in this commercial are dressed exactly like the women in the Cymbalta commercials makes me think of these as the give-up-on-life, I-haven’t-shaved-my-legs-in-over-a-month, there’s-probably-not-a-soul-mate-for-everyone, I-wonder-if-I-can-donate-my-vagina-to-science-while-I’m-still-alive-so-it’ll-at-least-get-some-use-in-the-near-future dessert.  

And I’m ashamed to admit that after months of ignoring the ooey gooey Warm Delights siren call, I broke down and bought one this weekend.  I’d like to say that it’s because I’m above letting a packaged dessert product define my sense of self-worth, but it’s really because I wanted brownies and I can’t trust myself with an entire pan.  Whatever.

Survey says: Delish.  Not never shave my legs again delicious…but not shaving above my knee for at least two days delicious.