Skip to content

Simple Pleasures

January 29, 2010

I woke up yesterday and it was snowing. Nothing makes waking up at 7:30 a.m. okay, but snow comes close. Snow never fails to make me happy. Even if it’s just a flurry, snow always does the trick.

I devoured that pop-tart with ungodly speed.

… And so do pop-tarts, specifically of the strawberry frosted variety. Perhaps not the breakfast of champions, but halfway through a 9 a.m. class, I needed a pick-me-up. It came in the form of multi-colored beads of sugar (I hope that’s what they’re made of…) and gelatinous strawberry-flavored goo.

Breakfast was a really big deal for my sister and I growing up. My mom wouldn’t let us leave the house until we ate something, usually a banana, a glass of chocolate milk (I don’t do regular) and a piece of toast. She didn’t approve of pop-tarts, which is probably why I eat them with unabashed glee now.

Biting into that sugary-sweet pastry … ish … thing was a nice reminder that sometimes, the simplest things can make you smile.

No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: