Milk comes in a carton. Orange juice comes in a carton. You can buy a carton of lemonade, limeade, fruit punch, eggnog, strawberry milk, or almond milk. You can even buy a box of wine. Yet, when this appeared in my refrigerator, I was, for some reason, a little surprised by its existence.
It is actually delicious, creamy, and sweet; and the main ingredient (lo and behold) is coffee. I wonder what Snobcoffery would say about us plebeians and our trashtastic iced coffee in a carton?
This brings me to another unexpected item I found in our pantry. (In case you had not already deduced, Ben does all of our grocery shopping, so opening the pantry is like digging to the bottom of a box of Crackerjacks, not giving a fig about the cans of cream of mushroom soup or the fruit cocktail that’s been there for years, waiting to be donated to a Good Cause, but only in search of the shimmery packet of What’s New? What’s New?)
On the weekly to-buy list, I had requested graham crackers. Erma is currently slightly obsessed with Scooby Doo (DON’T JUDGE ME). And here in our pantry is:
I now find myself bribing my child with the words, “Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?”
Also, Scooby Snacks are dewicious. The dog and I concur.