Coming Undone over Triscuits
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Some people -- including my Caro Sposo, who "battles" (effortlessly) to stay under 150 pounds--do not understand the mesmerizing power of a galvanic trigger food.
Triscuits can do me in every time. Is it because my mother, also a light-weight but self-indulgent, used to spread them with butter and put them in a toaster-oven as a treat and occasionally dispense one to us? Is it the salt? Is it the long long list of ingredients which must include the human equivalent of catnip? Is it the sedative effect of seamlessly moving into heart failure because of the sodium?
And I fully appreciate the irony of the new claim on the box that this is a "heart-healthy" food. Only if you have a heart of titanium!
Caro Sposo got a big "family sized" box of Triscuits yesterday. He could not find the low-sodium cracker which he typically uses. I can ignore that cracker and it can sit in the kitchen unmolested. So Caro Sposo chose the Triscuits. I spoke rather harshly to them as they were unpacked but within a few hours, I had indulged. Ridiculously indulged. Suicidally indulged.
Finally persuaded CS to hide them away in his study. He looked at me with that half-incredulous, slightly disgusted look that Wally used to reserve for The Beaver when The Beaver acted like a lumpenproletariat.
Some people just do not get it. And I do not get them. I want to be them. But in the meantime, I really cannot resist an "attractive nuisance".