I'm a devil for the brack.
I've already gone through two of them, and it not even Halloween yet.
I think they'll never be a better foodstuff to have with tea, ever. I'm completely mad for it. One of these years I'll doubtlessly wind up consuming the plastic ring buried in one of my brack slices, and die long before the marriage it heralds will ever find me. My epipath might read "Here lies Greenman who chocked to death from eating a ring covered in butter at Halloween. Often thought of, never married"