I’m writing this from the plane somewhere between Minneapolis–Saint Paul and California. I could tell you that my departure gate at MSP offered a squillion iPads for use before boarding, or that I giggled loudly when a man with a very unfortunate last name was called over the loudspeaker (the opposite of low followed by the male gender, if you must know), but really what I need to say is this:
I think I’ve found my arch-nemesis. She is sitting next to me right now. For the past three hours, I’ve been flinching instinctively away from her knitting needles as they fly at my eyes, and she’s been giving me sidelong glares as I steadily munch my way through an entire block of Lindt 90%, a muffin, a bag of carrots and sugar snap peas, three cookies, and quite a few ginger chews to boot.
With that off my chest, why don’t we take a last (for now) look at some of the Canadian snacks I’ve had the [mis]fortune of eating lately?
I’m not sure why, being ambivalent towards coconut, I bought Nature’s Path Organic Coconut Chia Granola. It may have had something to do with the words “new” and “chia”.
The granola was pleasant, and proved even tastier when mixed with cacao nibs, but I still like my homemade granolas better.
The brilliant Kristy gave me a packet of dropjes from Amsterdam a few months ago, and, as someone who hated licorice until trying licorice gelato in Florence, I found my mind blown by the perplexingly delicious salty-sweet-anise flavour of the salted licorice bites.
WE WILL NEVER SPEAK OF THESE AGAIN.
The wonderful M, whose room I’ve been subletting, returned to Toronto in March with a plethora of South American goodies. I couldn’t read the packaging of these Pacoquitas…
…but golly, they were good. Made from peanuts and sugar, they were so delicate, so crumbly-melt-in-the-mouth, so peanutty-sweet, so good.
I saw these Spring Cookies in Loblaws a few weeks ago. I didn’t buy them out of protest because it was still snowing that day.
Peanut Butter Cheerios taste even better when they’re in French. (Also, I meant to make rice krispie treats with these, but I got distracted by eating them by the handful.)
I’d been suffering a mega-cheesecake craving for months, a craving for the densest, tangiest, sticks-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth New York baked cheesecake, for months.
So, in December, I bought myself a entire frozen cheesecake from a No Frills store.
It wasn’t very good. It made my lactard soul hurt.
But I ate the whole thing anyway, because that’s what you do when you’re on a budget and you stupidly “splurge” on an entire frozen cheesecake.
Criminey! I swear the needle almost got me that time. If the next time you see me I’m wearing an eye-patch like a pirate, you’ll know why.
















