Hello from inside my brand spanking new blog. Built by me and only me over the course of several hours, mainly through impatient, furious clicking around! My new place feels airy and tidy, has got room to grow, and that fresh new paint smell, too.
The new name is me being silly. I do take a special interest in snacks, obviously. But also, why not treat snacking with the same kind of serious regard I normally reserve for literary arts? Who says only Paris and Threepenny and Gettysburg can be reviewed? Why not snacks?
So now may not be the best time to admit that indulgent foods and snacks, especially those of the bagged, processed variety, have been giving me increasing trouble over the last year. I’ve been facing the unavoidable reality that my body just feels WAY better when I eat a lot of simply prepared vegetables and whole grains and things like poached freaking chicken. My body punishes me for the ice cream benders, the spicy noodle jaunts, all those meals cobbled together from cookies and chips. I can’t just make a dinner of popcorn anymore–a real tragedy. In the last month I’ve passed by Jack in the Boxes in Arizona, California, and Texas, and somehow quieted deep yearnings for their crunchy slick tacos in all three places. I don’t quite understand the me I’m becoming.
But I’m still here, and still very much me, which means I’ve got an open bag of Loacker hazelnut-flavored Quadratinis–perfect with strong black tea–on the desk, and I just polished off two packets of my favorite Bin Bin crackers (don’t be fooled by the brand’s many imitators). I’ve also got loads of blog posts I’ve been ready to get out into the world.
Happy snacking.