Oh absolutely. I wasn’t even raised on them because my American parents turned down their noses at them. As an adult, however, a coworker introduced me to the brown sugar cinnamon ones…and they happen to be sold at my place of employment, so when I roll out of bed too late to make breakfast….
They are objectively awful, and I experience a mild self-repulsion every time I eat a pack. But the sugar is addicting.
Indeed. The aroma is starting to fill the entire house.