Butterfinger BBs always reminds me of my mother.
She was a single mother; so on her days off she would pick me up from my grandmother’s and we would go to a convenience store and get snacks and sodas. (and for some reason she would get a pack of swishers, no ideas why she would want snacks with a cigarillo, especially since she would slice them open)
We’d go back to my uncle’s house she was renting a room from, hang out in her bedroom and watch The Simpsons, eat butterfingers, and play Mario World.
A noodle and beef dish my mom has made for decades. I read a book with cannibals in it when I was far too young to be reading such stories. She was cooking the dish as I was reading and now the smell of that dish makes me think of eating human flesh. It turns my stomach and I usually leave the house when she cooks it now.