Moment of junk-food Zen
I had an atomsmith-like moment of junkfood Zen yesterday. Twelve years ago you could buy in Auckland supermarkets what had to be the best breakfast food on the market, the truly sublime Apple Cinnamon Pop-Tart. One of them comprised your entire fat intake for a day and it was REAL easy to eat three at a sitting. Then about nine years ago, some wanna-make-partner marketing bungler whose name shall forever be MUD decided that it would be better to bring in the other Pop-Tart iced scroll, the most putrid breakfast food on the market, composed of the same stuff as the sublime Pop-Tart but somehow made disgusting. Of course no-one bought them and Pop Tarts disappeared from New Zealand for ever. In mourning for the Pop-Tart, I pestered everyone I knew who was travelling to the States to bring them back for me, searched New York for them in 2005 and health-conscious Colorado for them this year. Steve made a sterling effort, bringing me back three boxes from Chicago last month. I'm probably the only woman on earth who, when asked if I'd like some duty-free perfume, would say "nah, just the Pop-Tarts".
So ANYhoo, I was in Victoria St New World yesterday and there, winking at me from a shelf like a lost soul begging for rescue, was an box of organic (fly-in-the-tasty-fat-ointment) Apple-Cinnamon Toaster Pastries. Not Pop Tarts, but close enough. It was $6 so I haven't made the investment yet, but it's just good to know that hope springs eternal.
So ANYhoo, I was in Victoria St New World yesterday and there, winking at me from a shelf like a lost soul begging for rescue, was an box of organic (fly-in-the-tasty-fat-ointment) Apple-Cinnamon Toaster Pastries. Not Pop Tarts, but close enough. It was $6 so I haven't made the investment yet, but it's just good to know that hope springs eternal.