A few weeks ago though I saw the really big Reeses Eggs you use a carving knife to slice into sides suitable for eating and Erik bought me a couple.
I understand the words you typed but they make no sense put together like like. “Cut”? With “Reeses Eggs”? What? Huh?
How out of it am I?
Pretty far out as far as I can tell. And not in a groovy ‘60s way.
They are huge and you can’t really eat them like a regular peanut butter egg so you have to slice them.
As far as ‘groovy’ in a 60s way: I AM in a 60s way (almost halfway through them next month), but I was never ‘groovy’ during the 60s years since I didn’t live here then and hardly understood the term.