Join Me in Snarkville

Neither do I.

Seriously, I was sent off to the store today with the single purpose of buying snack food for tomorrow’s road trip.  I wandered the aisles looking for foods I like to have on the road.  Do I go for junk or healthy? (Junk of course, who are we kidding.)  Sweet or salty?  Chips or crackers?  I have no idea what I’m going to want tomorrow.

This is a problem I have with road trips.  You see, I grew up traveling the open road with the bottomless pit of a cooler.  My dad was able to pack a cooler to meet all of our needs while riding.  You get thristy; he’d have a drink.  You want a ham sandwich on rye with mustard and not mayo; oh, yes it would be in there — packed up with a pickle and some chips, maybe even a cookie.  I am very spoiled.  We didn’t stop at the road side gas stations for our food — no, we’d pull over and eat picnics from the trunk.

Fast forward to my life today.  Today, I’m not as organized about pulling together a trunk picnic.  I never know what it is that I want.  Prince doesn’t know either and he’s more likely to say, don’t worry about it, we’ll pick something up along the way (can we say chips and beef jerky?  I might pout and get some sour gummy somethings).  Really, it is sad what we tend to eat on the road — and without fail, it is never what I’m truly want, whatever that is.

So, today, today I stood in the grocery store, knowing that I wasn’t making ham sandwiches tonight, but wondering what I was going to put in the cars to prevent beef jerky and chips and sour gummy things in my car.  I asked Prince what he wanted, Cheez-Its and Flips.  Ok, done.  Duke is easy — blueberries and cheese.  Me?  Well, I’m the wild card.  For me, I got chips, rice cakes (um, yes, I like them), crackers, cookies, dried fruit, and so on and so on.  Here’s hoping at least ONE of those things will be what I’m craving tomorrow.