Many people are going to be annoyed that this post isn’t about what they think it will be about. Those of you who have been with me a long time already know what it’s going to be about.
Yep, Chex Mix.
The 99c sale was happening, so I hurried on my way, having discovered that my local grocer once again is stocking The Good Stuff: not just any Chex Mix, but Cheddar a.k.a. Heaven in a Bag.
The first day of the sale, I got there too late. Only two Traditional and one Bold were left on the shelf. So I went back two days later and scored this:
When I got home, I announced, “I return triumphant!” My oldest daughter’s eyes lit up like she’d just witnessed the most amazing magic trick ever.
Youngest Daughter asked, “Did you see that one guy you know there and tell him they needed to refill the shelf?”
I laughed heartily but told her no, the Chex Mix Guy was spared on this visit.
Two of my girls tore into a bag immediately. Within four days, three bags were empty. That’s correct: I’m breeding little Chex Mix monsters.
How much was eaten by me, you ask?
Hardly any. In fact, the stuff tasted oddly stale. My taste buds were not scintillated. I felt nothing. Sadly, I am officially over it. I thought perhaps after such a long absence my enthusiasm would be reignited, but no. Despite all that, I still enjoyed taking this picture to remember my former love by.
What’s your binge food? Or former binge food if you’ve experienced a break up?