episode of the gingersnap
February 4, 2011
I’m having an extended Proustian Moment. Let’s call it the “Episode of the Gingersnap.”
My mom used to keep the pantry stocked with these bags. I used to eat them like popcorn.
Notice how that bag says, in very subtle letters, “ONE POUND.”
I bought it on the way to work this morning. It’s half empty. Half full. Whatever.
It won’t last the day. Let’s hope I do.