Pop-Notch

We start with our legendary nutty dough, then absolutely body-slam it with jumbo chunks of strawberry-frosted Pop-Tarts®. Not sprinkled. Launched. Then we bury the whole thing under a reckless pile of peanut butter chips like we’re trying to prove a point. Finally, we rain down a white chocolate drizzle, because stopping would be a crime.

Every bite is sticky fingers, melted filling, crunchy edges, and zero respect for clean eating. It tastes like your childhood lunchbox exploded inside a bakery after midnight.

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