Ode to Smartfood
Jul 13th, 2009 by Accidental Thinker
Hi, my name is Monique, and I have an addiction. But it’s not what you think. Really, it’s relatively harmless, as vices go. I’m addicted to Smartfood, and the only casualty is my waistline.
Want to know how deep my obsession runs? Last week on my way home from work, the gas light blinked on in my car, signaling the need for fuel. But my brain immediately buzzed in Pavlovian anticipation of a different type of fuel. “Yay, it’s time for more Smartfood!”
This instinctual response is the result of frequent associative conditioning, as any clerk at my friendly neighborhood Mobil station can attest. Case in point: a few weeks ago I was making my regular Smartfood purchase while gassing up the car. When the clerk asked the customary “Will that be all?”, the associate at the next register over answered for me. “That’s all she ever gets.”
Ha. I beg to differ. Sometimes I vary the size bag I buy.
Well, who could blame me? Smartfood is nothing less than manna from Heaven. It may claim to be a simple snack in a homely black bag, but inside that bag is magical fluffy popcorn dressed in a heavy layer of white cheddar cheese goodness. The kind that demands licking every last scrumptious, delectable, cheesy, heavenly, perfect morsel from your deliciously cheese-plastered fingers.
Not that, um, I would ever exhibit such a gauche display of bad manners. At least not in public. Provided, of course, that we agree to exclude actual public places from the definition of “in public.”
Okay, okay, I confess. I have abandoned all pretense of sophisitication and social grace, proudly licking my Smartfood coated fingers in front of all the world. I stand no chance against the siren lure of this savory snack. Resistance is futile.
Sometimes, however, resistance is forced on me through competition to get my hands on the stuff. Where I live, Smartfood is a hot commodity whose demand occasionally exceeds supply. I plead the fifth on whether or not 80% of that demand comes from a single, unnamed citizen. But as a result, I am sometimes stymied in my attempts to acquire a fix. And I wonder if it’s wrong to feel ire at the greedy people in my town who keep buying up all the Smartfood and depriving me of my fair 80% share. So if you ever catch me cleaning out the inventory in the grocery store, I’m merely stockpiling my personal stash to get me through the dry spells.
A final word of advice to those around me: I guard my Smartfood ferociously. Don’t ask me to share. The answer is NO. Get your own bag! But please, oh please, do not buy it at my gas station or my grocery store. Or at my backup dealers, for that matter. You’ll force me into withdrawal, and I’ll have to retaliate by disowning you as my friend.
I’m not familiar with Smartfood, so you’re safe from me.
Update: Thanks for sending that stuff to Gmail. I’m reading…reading…reading…I’m half asleep and it’s only about 1:30 pm EDT.
I still haven’t tasted the cheesy goodness you speak of, but I have tried the clusters with chocolate and found them quite yummy. I still haven’t seen the cheesy ones around here anyplace. Just curious if you know if Smartfood is more prevalent in the NE? My college roomate was from Boston, and she talked a lot about it. I just today drew the connection to you attending college in that area as well.
Not familiar with Smartfood, but how I do love the chocolate covered popcorn that comes around once a year sold by those trustworthy, always prepared, Boy Scouts. It’s a bit pricey, but one of my few indulgences!
I am completely addicted. What’s worse though, is that I’ve discovered that red wine goes beautifully with it. A good book, wine, Smartfood in my Muskoka chair on my porch and I’m in heaven. Thankfully I don’t put on weight easily or I’d be in serious trouble.