Snacks are one of my love languages.
Ultra-specific snacks to be, uh, specific.
The first one I can recall was Wild Cherry Pepsi, which I covered the other day, which turned into my Cherry Coke Zero addiction that is part of my entire being.
Around that time I also fell hard for Haribo gummi bears, which I still love to this day.
And that lead me to the treat that is most frequently associated with me:
They are my favorite candy, hands down, no argument ever. I love them.
I have a specific order I eat them in, and, if I’m being honest a specific method too.
Between this and the way I made nachos, it’s a wonder I wasn’t diagnosed with OCD sooner.
First off, I almost always eat them one at a time. Then, I’ll suck the sour salt (what else would you even call it?) off of the Skittle and let it get warm and soft in my mouth. Then I SMASH it up against the roof of my mouth and eat it. Moving on to the next flavor.
Thank goodness I have a little group of friends who are my “sour candy friends” who have similar candy rituals so I don’t feel too embarrassed about it anymore.
For the first time in my life that I can remember, I have a salty snack addiction. Like, I’ve loved Doritos and other chiops before, but nothing ever stuck. I never craved anything like I did the Sour Skittles and Cherry Coke Zero.
It’s these. I love them. They give me the face hots and I can’t get enough.
That’s a recent new thing to me, as well. In the past, I’d shy away from hot stuff, but then I became obsessed with Sean Evan’s superior question asking skills on Hot Ones
Well, the night before Mickey left on his last trip a package arrived.
It was so many bags of these delicious nuts. They’ve been hard for me to find at the grocery so he made sure I didn’t go without while he was gone.
It made me feel Wonderful.