A while ago, my mom called me to ask what Tony and I wanted for Christmas. We really didn’t know what to say. I guess you get to a certain point in your life when you realize that Christmas really is for the kids. At least the whole gift-getting part of it. When you are a self-sufficient adult, you pretty much just go and buy something when you want it. There are no wish lists or “pretty pretty pleases” to your parents to buy it for you.
In the meantime, pregnancy cravings kicked in and I’ll be damned if I couldn’t find what I craved in the stores! Such a simple product that I had grown up loving for its salty goodness, and yet here, in Buttfuck Ontario, it was nowhere to be found. What’s more, no one even knew what I was talking about. I mentioned this to my mom, who laughed and wondered how I could stand eating the stuff as it is so salty. But to a pregnant woman, the stuff is like candy. Salty goodness candy. It is SO not the same as Mr. Noodles. Period. And I am not the only one who affirms its superiority.
This arrived today as an early Christmas gift:
I may have already eaten some. For breakfast.
My mommy is good to me.