Do not look at the ingredients. Do not look at the calories...
...chocolate malt ice cream, caramel and crunchy pretzel pieces, all covered in milk chocolate. I know it probably doesn't even have real chocolate and it's nothing fancy - heck it's practically up there with Cheetos (love!) as far as trailer trash cuisine goes - but...oh my goodness. Sweet and gooey and salty and crunchy and yeah...perfect. I can quite easily imagine myself selling my soul for one of these on certain days out of each month.
I don't eat that many sweets or snacks so, much to my dismay, an entire bar has left me a bit queasy - but I'm willing to share!
What would you do for a Klondike bar?