Something weird happened to me last month, a couple of weeks before Christmas: I lost any and all desire to consume ginger snaps. I was about halfway down a week-old container of Trader Joe’s Triple Ginger Snaps, and midway through one of them I looked at it and realized I couldn’t eat it anymore. (This may be similar to the very last and final time I had a McDonald’s Sausage Egg and Cheese Muffin, when I realized on biting into it that every McDondald’s breakfast sandwich I’d ever eaten tasted just like sand. Even the Maple McGriddle. Sweet maple sand.)

I thought maybe I’d been eating a lot of ginger snaps lately, so if I gave them a break I’d like them again after a few weeks. Today, more than a month later, I still can’t bring myself to look at ginger snaps. Oh, I’m fine with chocolate chip cookies (though not with oatmeal raisin, mostly due to the “raisin” part), but ginger snaps? Pass.

Now, Peppermint Bark, on the other hand, I have fallen in love with. Seriously. Especially the Williams-Sonoma variety. Through the holidays I kept telling everyone I know who hadn’t tried it yet, “You have to try it. It’s like eating Christmas.”