AFter going to the store I had a platic bag filled with little individually wrapped peppermint candies. Struck with a brilliant idea, I threw the bag as hard as I could at the floor.
It was only when sharp fragments of peppermint candy flew past my foot that I realized that perhaps that wasn't the most brilliant idea I could have come up with.
My brilliant roomie (who observed the whole peppermint grenade thing, and was hugely amused by it) suggested wrapping the candies up in a towel and using a hammer. I love cooking. They give you fun toys to play with, like hammers!
As a side result of all this, I've decided that I need to nice, thick cheesecloth bag that I can smash things in with wild abandon. Hmm... I have some spare muslin and roomie is busy sewing today. And there still are graham crackers to be smashed...