the (typically) forbidden fruit |
- Eggo cinnamon toast waffles
- Limited edition heart-shaped honey nut cheerios (for extra love)
- Butter, because every place I lived just happened to have some already, which is a cryptic way of saying I've always borrowed from roommates. I bought the only kind my bodega carries, four sticks for $7, which seemed like a rip, but I guess I wouldn't know.
- Frozen pierogis, loaded baked potato flavor
- Skippy creamy peanut butter, which always seemed a little too gloriously processed, but special occasions call for special treats, and there's something sickly about scooping through an inch of oil to reach the actual meat in any organic version.
But then we got really nervous on the walk back from touching the snack packages and couldn't figure out how to eat them safely, so he opened all the doors while I held the snacks, then he washed his hands and got bowls, I opened all the snacks and poured them into the bowls (careful not to touch the sides of the bowl with the packaging), and finally threw away the packets and washed my hands so we could eat in peace. I still can't decide if we were overcautious or not cautious enough.
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