I'd never heard of "The Original" Fat Boy ice cream sandwich until tonight's trip to the grocery store. (If anyone has heard of this campy-sounding frozen delight, then please don't be shy about owning up to it in a comment.)
I had to buy them. (Even though up until the frozen food aisle I'd proudly been heaping my cart with fresh fruit.) How could I not? The name, the mint, and the tantalizing photograph all conspired to lure me into a world governed by impulse spending and empty calories.
Other Fat Boy snacks include egg nog ice cream sandwiches and some sort of popsicle called peppermint sundae on a stick. The egg nog sounds promising; the sundae not so much.
I'll let you know if the mint is a keeper.