alpaca princess (renniekins) wrote,
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Put a fork in it

A couple of nights ago when I was working late, I heated up a 100 Grand Bar for a little snack. I looked around the office kitchen for a spoon with which to eat it, and I couldn't find one. Fortunately I was able to find a box of knives.

Being nothing if not adaptable, I ate my candy bar with a plastic knife. I also cooked it using its own wrapper as a container of sorts, since I couldn't find any plates either.

It reminded me of my freshman days of college. I lived on the fourth floor of an all-frosh co-ed dormitory. We had one older student living on the floor to, the RA who was supposed to organize us and make us feel good and such. Her way of doing this was by having monthly ice cream pie parties, to celebrate birthdays.

She provided the pies and plates, but we were expected to bring our own utensil. Not a fork, not a spoon, just a utensil. We were poor college students who ate all of our meals at the dining hall after all. Most of us only owned one utensil.

Kids would wander into her room everry month holding their utensil -- sometimes a fork, perhaps a spoon, a butter knife, even the occasional spork. My utensil was, if I recall correctly, a spoon stolen from cafeteria. But it was ice cream pie. It could be eaten with any sort of utensil, as long as one threw away any old-age parent-imposed notions of what should be eaten with what.

That was one of the things I learned in college - how to make do with whatever I had available. I could climb two stories with a bunch of chairs piled on top of one another to hang a tapestry. I pounded in nails with a bike lock. I found out how to decorate a Christmas tree with nothing but school supplies and lunch leftovers.... I even know how to enjoy yogurt with a fork.

I did not learn to cook my candy bars there, if that is what you are thinking Gentle Reader. No... all I owned was a hot pot and a toaster oven (and a spoon). I knew how to make grilled cheese sandwiches, but microwaving chocolate was beyond my abilities.

It was after college that I learned that many treats are better warmed up. Take a Moon Pie, for example. I had a fun conversation with a few people about the Moon Pie in the con suite on friday night. On its own, it's kind of like a s'more, but not nearly as good, and rather dry. But if you put it in the microwave for just 20 seconds, it gets all warm and melty, the marshmallow stretchy, and delicious when eaten with a spoon. I can't take credit for this discovery: it's written right on some of the wrappers.

100 Grand Bars are much the same way. Microwave it for just 15 seconds, and it's no longer as chewey. Instead the chocolate is soft but not actively melting, and the caramel is gooshy and delicious. Definitely spoon material -- or knife, in a pinch.

Lots of other sweet treats are better when stuck in a microwave for a bit. I'm capable of eating these items raw. I just prefer them cooked.
Tags: school, the past
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