When I broke my femur, I was in a body cast for two months. I slept in a hospital bed in the middle of the living room. My grandmother gave me a huge tin can full of Peanut M&Ms to coax me the way parents think a stuffed animal will subdue the pain of a suffering child. I'd sit in the hospital bed, watching TV, and chew the chocolate around the peanut of the M&M and spit the peanuts across the living room.

I like them now, though.