Random Cravings

Yesterday my sister mentioned to me that she wanted S’mores. Thinking that sounded tasty but also realizing that I didn’t happen to have a campfire handy, I said, “Well, I’ve got a gas stove, we could cook them on that.” And we laughed and that was the end of it.

About 6:30 pm, the phone rings and it’s my sister again:
Sis: So if I bring the marshmallows, can we have s’mores?
Me: Sure. But I don’t have graham crackers of chocolate either.
Sis: Ok, so I’ll bring it all.
Me: Ok. Hey Tim, you want s’mores?
Tim: I love s’mores. Sure.
Me (back into phone): Come on over.
Sis (in the background): Hubby, do you want to come with or stay here?
(Mumbling from the background over the phone then Sis to me): Hubby doesn’t like S’mores.
Me: Who doesn’t like s’mores?
Sis: Hubby, apparently.
Tim (eavesdropping – that’s right! Eavesdropper!): What is he, an idiot?!

I’m still thinking she’s half-joking…until she shows up with s’more makings. You know what? Fondue forks make awesome marshmallow toasting tools. And the gas stove – works like a charm. (You probably could do poor man’s s’mores with a lighter now I think about it, but the stove worked great.)

So we 3 had s’mores and sister’s hubby watched while we got gooey and sticky and had a generally fun time. More for us.

So today at lunch, thinking that the s’more random craving worked out so well, I was in the mood for a dill pickle. (Don’t read anything into that. I just like dill pickles. Always have – when I was little I would eat them as a snack, wrapped up in a napkin with a little sprinkling of Uncle Frank’s seasoning salt on them. Yum! I need to dig up the recipe for Uncle Frank’s…been too long since we had any. Waaaay better than Essence.) Anyway, there were no pickles to be had…but they did have Lay’s Dill Pickle potato chips.

Can I just say: Gag.

Lay’s has managed to combine the worst tastes of both dill pickles and potato chips into one, disgusting bag of nausea – in clever, color coordinated, puke green bags. Should you ever decide you want to try the wonders that are not dill pickle potato chips, let me just be the first to advise you to save your money and instead go to the nearest port-a-john and lick the inside floor. It’ll taste better.