to which I replied:
This weekend, I found myself at Target. (I know.) I got some cleaning supplies and bobby pins and a box of Ritz Crackers. Because it had been a long time (been a long time been a long time been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time), and I needed to see what they were like. You know, science.
I am here to tell you that between me and the historian and Bruiser, who polished off half a sleeve of them, they are gone gone gone. All of the Ritz Crackers are gone.
I suppose this means that
(a) they are delicious.
It can't be denied. They are crunchy (the effect of some horrible, who knows how horrible? fat), yet they are soft. Their flour is probably some weird hybrid between soft wheat and, like, marshmallows. They are salty yet they are sweet. You can put a slice of cheese on them, or you can eat them in a stack. One at a time, but still: a stack.
I think from the above analysis, we can also say that
|so golden & delicious. like salty-sweet-crunchy-soft crack cocaine.|
Dogs will leap up onto a table to get them. Well, not leap up, but put their front paws up. People (some people) will eat them directly from the sleeve in the car on the way home from Target. And surreptitiously sneak a short stack (less than five) from the cupboard, if you can get them into the cupboard, and then return for another short stack, or even a tall stack! Until they are gone gone gone.
(c) addictive? like crunchy yet soft, salty yet sweet things are prone to be.
Last night before I went to sleep I had to give myself a talking to about things, like taking better care of myself, eating food that makes me feel good, this and that and whatnot. I was alternately compassionate and stern with myself, and I'm pretty sure that the Ritz Consumption Orgy of Late March 2014 factored in somehow. The people, I ask you: why is it that all day long one can think salad and vegetables with great happiness and equanimity, but by the end of the day, one is all CHEESECAKE? Why?
I make a good parmesan chicken using Ritz crackers. Ritz crackers = versatile.ReplyDelete
LOVE LOVE this! Because it is so true. You are the poet laureate of the very (and very sadly) true!ReplyDelete
Given the option, Thing 2 would subsist on Ritz alone.ReplyDelete
Put this on Facebook so Ivan like it all over which I do i do I do.ReplyDelete
I love you, HT! This post made me smile. :)ReplyDelete
I've never been all CHEESECAKE, because I don't really like cheesecake, but last week I WAS all OATMEAL COOKIE and so I bought some and I think one day I ate three and then I ate the rest of them, so I am behind the consumption orgy, is what I'm saying.ReplyDelete