Midnight Snacking

I worked tonight at the store.

I didn't have much of an appetite earlier tonight, so I had a slice of thin crust roasted red pepper chicken pizza. Which wasn't very good.

But when you've got to eat at the mall, and you don't feel like a burger or a grinder that has enough sodium in it to turn one's blood texture into something akin to the Dead Sea, roasted red pepper chicken pizza seems just about okay.

When I got home around 10-ish, I got comfy and started doing some research for a blog on blogging. I got the idea becaue I'm seriously into all the theoreticals of blogging, not the tecnical stuff, and that it might be nice to do sometihng around that.

So, around midnight my roasted red pepper chicken pizza petered out. I was hungry.

I craved something crunchy and sweet.

A bowl of cereal--the perfect food-- would do the trick. Sadly, I didn't have enough milk. What little milk was there I would need for coffee because, as we all know, without coffee, life as I know it ceases to exist.

I poured my cereal back into the box and stood in front of the open fridge for a minute. Nothing in there. Well, there is a jar of herring in sour cream. But the texture of the herring wasn't what I craved.

There were several containers of old Chinese food, which, by now, I'm sure, had bacterial counts that would qualify them no longer as food but as science experiements. They'd have to go.

Still craving crunchy and sweet, I considered the granola bars on top of the fridge. They have more sugar than the average bowl of cereal, and sugar sometimes has a worse stmulant effect than caffiene. Being up till 2 is one thing, 3 a totally different one.

I opened the food cabinet and stood there for a minute...or two. Some melba rounds. No crackers. Some uncooked pasta. Broth for stews and stewed tomatoes. A can of sardines and a can of ruby red grapefruit slices. Several jars of vitamins. A jar of natural peanut butter.

Ah! Peanut butter. The fave snack of dieters from Atkins to The Zone!

I took the jar out, opened it, and stirred, and stirred and stirred until it was mixed to the best of my abilities. Then I ate a heaping tablespoon, and figured that it would be the end of the cravings.

Sweet was gone. Crunchy still there. No alternatives in the cabinet.

I went to the fridge again. Considered the herring in sour cream.

And realized that if I ate the herring and sour cream after the peanut butter that I'd either feel kind of sick--like when I had hot chocolate after eating sushi--or, somebody might assume I'm pregnant.

Only if I told them about the odd food combo. But I wouldn't tell.

So I thought it over, and decided the herring and sour cream, wihtout the peanut butter, would have to wait for another day.

And then I remembered...I have mini Mint Milanos in the freezer...