Written by While touring the aisles in search of pumpernickel, my sweet tooth (it’s more of a fang, actually) started yelling at me. It speaks to me when I think of things like pie, donuts, cake, so forth.
So I’m rounding the corner of aisle 3 at the bread store when…….
“HEY! YIP! Lookie here, buddy! I’m only $1.99 a box!”
There they were.
Cinnamon crumb cakes.
Lying in wait for unsuspecting sugar lovers such as myself.
Only $1.99 for 12!!! INDIVIDUALLY WRAPPED for god’s sakes!
“Buy me! Buy me!” The shouting was deafening. Other shoppers were beginning to look my way. I HAD to do something. The crumb cakes were yelling, the sweet fang was hollering.
I picked up a box and went to the checkout. Screw the pumpernickel.
Now I was back in the car. The fang was still screaming. I tore open the box, ripped a crumb cake from it’s protective plastic pouch and shoved it toward the fang.
Ewwwww. These things were nasty.
Pardon me while I go in search of a nice Hostess Twinkie.
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