What is it about snow, or the threat of impending snow, that causes people to eat?
I mean, I understand the need to shop and stockpile before a storm.
I get that survival instinct.
But when we get home, and the snow is about to fall, what causes us to eat everything in sight?
At least, causes me to eat everything in sight?
We had large amounts of snow predicted for last night, heading into today.
Monkey Girl and I went to ShopRite yesterday to do the food shopping for next week, figuring we’d never make it back over the weekend, once the storm hit.
ShopRite was swarming with people, which was to be expected.
People were just randomly throwing things in their carts, with panic-stricken looks on their faces.
Not me.
I had a list.
Until I passed the Archway Iced Oatmeal cookies and had visions of snuggling under a blanket, while the snow fell, reading and eating these cookies while drinking hot cocoa.
Until Monkey Girl reminded me we needed some snacks for the Super Bowl, and their wouldn’t be time to get them on Sunday because we have my nephew’s christening. So, we bought some Doritos, Cheetos, and Pringles. They were 2 for $4. So, we got two of each.
Until we passed the Entenmann’s doughnuts, which the kids love, and I thought would be a fun snowy morning treat for Saturday morning, when they woke up and the world was white.
Needless to say, I left with a cart that rivaled every other snow-panicked shopper in the store.
Yet, again, I kinda get that.
The “what-if” of an impending natural event.
What I don’t get is how it is now, approximately, 24 hours after we left ShopRite and we have eaten through both bags of Cheetos, both boxes of the Archway cookies, a box of doughnuts, the cannister of Pringles (which I forgot to mention), and half a bag of Doritos.
I’ll take credit for both boxes of cookies.
The rest, I share with the family.
So, why is it? Some instinct that we share with bears? A modified hibernation instinct?
Really, though…do I care?
It was good.
Oh, and it didn’t even really snow.
