ANNOUNCEMENT: No New Posts During Thanksgiving Week

Hello Everyone,

I just wanted to let you know The Impulsive Buy won’t be publishing anything from Sunday, November 22 to Sunday, November 29. I’m taking the entire week off. Although, if someone happens to send me a Spotted photo of a product like Bacon M&M’s, I’d most likely take a break from my break to post that photo. Because Bacon M&M’s would be scary awesome and all of you need to know about that.

Also, if you listen to any of the podcasts we put out, there won’t be any new episodes until early December.

Anyhoo, The Impulsive Buy will be back on November 30.

Happy Thanksgiving!


ANNOUNCEMENT: New Reviewer Jeff S.

Hey there! I’m Jeff. Although I see The Impulsive Buy already has a Jeff, so I guess you guys can call me Jeff S. Or is that too confusing? You could make up some other name for me. Hmm. What’s another name? Baxter DuFrayne. No. That’s weird. I’ll just stick to Jeff S.

Junk food has always played an integral role in my life, from my bizarre pre-adolescent obsession with stale Cheez Doodles and off-brand peanut butter cups, to my teenage years when 7-Eleven’s Go-Go Taquitos comprised a solid 83% of my personal food pyramid, to my current opinions on McDonald’s recent dipping sauce shake-up. (They’re PRETTY controversial, be warned.)

Simply put, I love putting garbage in my mouth.

Within the junk food sphere, my areas of expertise are soda, cereal, and candy. More specifically, though, I love season-exclusive items. I don’t care if it’s made from fiberglass and expired iguana kibble -– if it’s dyed shamrock green, or speckled with candy hearts, or shaped like a pine tree, or dusted with nutmeg and cinnamon, I will purchase it. And I will consume it.

Reading my reviews, you’ll also find that I like to like stuff –- sorry, just had to flex that ever-useful bachelor’s degree in writing ;-D -– so I refuse to be hypercritical just for the sake of having something to say. At the same time, I’m not overly forgiving. For example: Pepsi Holiday Spice was slightly too acidic. Yes, someone FINALLY had the backbone to say what we’ve all been thinking these past ten years.

But yeah, as a longtime fan of TIB, having the opportunity to join the site as a contributor fills me with a tremendous amount of happiness. Thank you for having me, and I look forward to discussing salty, greasy, and sugary foodstuffs with all of you!

ANNOUNCEMENT: New Impulsive Buy Reviewer Dan

As I looked myself in the mirror this morning, I threw on my best Eastwood impression and gruffly asked myself:

“Do ya feel impulsive? Well, do ya, punk?”

Having done so, I felt confident enough to introduce myself here to you all. So hello, fellow Oreo orators, Yoo-hoo gurus, and savants of all things savory; I’m Dan! And despite the reference above, please don’t call me “Dirty Dan.” It’s hard enough to make friends when all I talk about is fruit snacks, waffle tacos, and the like. Instead, feel free to do what others do and go with just Dan, Dan the Man (though I wonder if they really think I’m the man, or if they just say it because it rhymes) or my personal favorite: Raisin Dan Crunch.

As a sprightly university student, I study advertising with hopes of some day working in—you guessed it—the dynamic and creative field of food advertising. Where is my base of operations, you ask? Right in the good ol’ mitten-shaped, Great Lake-loving, Canada-hugging state of Michigan, of course! Here, regional favorites like Vernors and Faygo “pop” (soda is a foreign word to me), as well as Better Made and ketchup chips have fostered a lifelong love in me for offbeat junk foods.

Yes, while other kids bragged of sports and party conquests, I was the one shouting, “Hey guys! Have you seen this green ketchup?” And for better or worse, this passion has stuck with me.

If I could be said to have a “specialty,” it would have to be breakfast cereals. With a signed letter from Cap’n Crunch on my wall and a mail ordered box of South Korean Oreo O’s at my side, every part of my day is “part of this complete breakfast.”

And it is this very love of cereal, chips, cookies, and more that I hope to share with you all here. So I’d like to raise a toast, or at least some French Toast Crunch, through thick and thin…and through ruffled, waffle-cut and kettle-cooked, let’s all snack together!

ANNOUNCEMENT: New Impulsive Buy Reviewer Vin

Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Hov’.

Ah jeez, sorry about that. I’m using speech-to-text to write this bio and it just picked up the Jay-Z song I was listening to.

My name is actually Vin. Vincent, if you’re my mother. Vince, if you’re my old baseball coaches. Vinny, if you’re everyone else, despite me never once introducing myself that way. You guys can call me whatever you like, just try to keep it PG…and don’t call me Vinny.

I grew up in the NY/NJ/Conneticut Tri-state area, which as we all know, is a hotbed for great culinary…things. I have a way with words as you’ll soon find out. I was born in Brooklyn, and relocated to the Jersey Shore where I’ve remained ever since. Throw all your preconceived notions out the door; the Jersey Shore is everything like the show of the same name.

While I’ve been frequenting the East Coast’s…nay, the country’s best delis and pizza places since I was a baby, I appreciate all foods equally. I’ll get a deluxe Italian at New York’s top delicatessen, then hit Subway for a cardboard and shredded lettuce footlong on the drive home. I can eat a slice of pepperoni at a place called Nunzio’s then turn around and slam an entire thin crust from Domino’s without so much as a peep. Hell, I’ll even eat a Peep, and those things are made of memory foam and sand.

I absolutely love to cook. I also absolutely love to lie. Store bought, processed foods are my everything. I anticipate the release of new Doritos flavors like expectant parents anticipate their first born. A nutritionist once saw my cart at the supermarket and ran out of the place in hysterics. She hasn’t been seen since. Come home Carolyn, your family misses you.

But, seriously, I love to write, and I love to eat. I have an impeccable palate and my taste buds are insured for $2 million by Lloyd’s of London, so you can trust my reviews. I promise to try my best and steer you in the right direction when it comes to what snack impulses to respond to.