OK. Full disclosure. I bought this when I was out in Portland for work last fall and sort of forgot about it. It was an airport purchase of all things. And it was too much of a weird novelty to eat it right away. I mean who names something Beaver Poop?! And why??
Guess I was needing chocolate in any form tonight. Even Beaver Poop.
Turns out it's like quarter-sized triangles of Heath bars or Skor bars. Just chocolate covered toffee with nut in it. Just like the package said. Pretty tasty.
I told you this food adventure might just pay off! I hope that part's not one and done.
Bon Appétit! (Wait, beavers aren't French, are they? Well, maybe in Oregon they're close to French-Canadian?)
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