I heard a different version:

The new young preacher went to visit his parishioners in the Old-Folks home. As he sat there chatting, he noticed a bowl of peanuts and took a small handful. He talked some more and munched some more until he put his hand down and found the bowl empty.

Knowing his audience were all on fixed incomes, he apologized profusely and promised to bring some on his next visit. One old-timer piped up and said, 'Aw, don't worry 'bout it sonny. With our teeth, we can't eat 'em anyway. We just suck the chocolate off and spit 'em in that bowl there...'