I love cashews. I can go through a packet of them in a day and not realise I just did that. It's like my own little drug, with it being just as expensive as well seeing how most other snacks are a hell lot cheaper. Yet, who am I to deny myself of life's little pleasures? Especially when they are tucked away on a shelf that happens to be right behind me, within grabbing distance. The perfect finger food regardless of whether I'm hanging out on Google+, reading my feeds or playing my games.

Mel on the other hand prefers crazy nuts. Don't ask me how she consumes them. I dare not ask that question myself.