Has anyone ever noticed that I talk about food a LOT?
I think it’s because I love food. And also because being cooped up in an apartment with one’s computer 24/7 leaves little to get excited about beyond Lunch! Dinner! Dessert!
Anyway, I am one of those people who cannot have delicious foods around the house because I will eat them. And eat them all. In one sitting, most likely.
So it is a Major Accomplishment for me that I still have one Reese’s egg leftover from Easter. Well, it is actually leftover from a particularly bad week when my husband was feeling so sorry for me, he brought me flowers and a package of clearance-aisle Reese’s eggs to help soothe me. (It worked.)
I ate the first four Reese’s eggs in short order. And I donated the fifth to my husband, who put it in the freezer where it taunted me every time I went to get ice. (He ate it eventually, after torturing me for several days.)
But I love them so much, I didn’t want to waste the last egg. They are so delicious, after all.
So the sixth and final (probably until next YEAR) Reese’s egg has been sitting in my cupboard for weeks now. And I keep seeing it and thinking, “Mmmm. A Reese’s egg would be delicious right now!” Quickly followed by, “But I don’t NEED it. I can wait.”
Now it’s getting to the point that I don’t know what to do. If I eat it, it will be gone. If I don’t eat it, I worry that it will go bad. If I put it in the freezer, it would keep longer – but then it would taunt me when I went to get the ice. Where it is now – in a cupboard I only sometimes look in – it is perfectly half-hidden. I don’t see it very often, so I sometimes forget about it. When I do see it, I have a pleasant sense of anticipation.
Perhaps you are thinking that I am putting an undue – possibly even CRAZY – level of thought into this. And perhaps you are right. But perhaps it is simply a normal level of thought that is amplified by being the main focus of this blog entry.
And I am trying to write more often and also on shorter subjects. So let’s not all draw too many conclusions about how much importance I place on food… Or how much time I think about food (which admittedly is probably too much)… Or how much time I’ve spent thinking about – and even imagining myself eating – this lone Reese’s egg.
Let’s also ignore the fact that I could easily go to the store and buy a pack of Reese’s peanut butter cups if I eat the Reese’s egg and suddenly find myself needing a peanut-buttery-substance-covered-in-chocolate fix.
Maybe let’s just ignore this post altogether, and instead, tell me whether you like candy or not. And, if so, what kind of candy you like best.
Aside from Reese’s eggs, I have a weakness for Sour Patch Kids, Butterfingers, and Snickers bars. I also enjoy Laffy Taffy, Twizzlers/Nibs, and candy corn now and again.
[Update: Shortly after writing this post, I opened the Reese's egg and cut it into thirds. I ate the largest third and put the other two into a zip-loc bag and threw the bag into the freezer.]
[Update to the update: I think you can safely assume, at the time of this reading, that the two additional pieces have been moved to a safer storage facility (i.e., my stomach). I think you can also safely assume that I have since purchased a bag of Reese's miniature peanut butter cups to tide me over until next Easter.]
[Update to update's update: HA.]