Wednesday, September 22, 2010

FANB

The true story of a girl who thought she had no snacks, but then found out that she had a snack.


Tonight I got home from work and decided to give Gordon some freeze dried chicken, which he loves more than my company, to make up for the fact that I have not been very good company lately.


I wished that I had a snack that I enjoyed as much as Gordon loves freeze dried chicken. For a brief moment, I wished that I loved freeze dried chicken. Because I didn't have any snack food in the house.

At all.

I was wandering forlornly around in circles in the kitchen, when all of a sudden my eyes lit upon the top of the stove.

There, randomly, was a totally pristine and untouched Dairy Milk Fruit & Nut bar. I immediately put it in the freezer for five minutes, then ate not the whole thing, but definitely more than half.


Figure 1. Clockwise from top left: Salmiakki is not a snack; cupboard containing one package of freeze dried chicken; clean dishes; magical Fruit & Nut bar.