Pop Tarts Craving
Once a blue moon, I start craving frosted Pop Tarts, with the delicious looking frosting sprinkled with the rainbow.
I can taste the stuff I used to love as a child just thinking about them, though my head reminds me that the last few times we got Pop Tarts they tasted like sugared paper stuffed with rotten fruits.
From previous musings, dated April 2006:
A few nights ago, I dreamt I was eating Pop Tarts. Pop Tarts! I haven’t had Pop Tarts since the 4th grade.
Naturally, I woke up with an extreme craving for them, and after a trip to Cozmos, I was standing in the kitchen microwaving the iced and sprinkled delicious-looking slices of pastry, stuffed with “natural” strawberry, remembering a day when I was a child sitting around the kitchen table waiting for my Pop Tart to be served. Ahh… for that precise instant, I could almost remember the sweetness of the icing (I love icing) and the juiciness of the fill.
Of course, the deliciousness of Pop Tarts turned out to be nothing more than a figment of an overfertile imagination. Or maybe Pop Tarts don’t taste the same anymore. Or maybe I’m too old for Pop Tarts. I really don’t know.
What I do know though is that they were way-too-sweet, artificially flavored to the degree that it feels like you are eating chemicals, and quite dry.
What a disappointment.
God, the most annoying thing? Everytime I want to blog about something and I start googling for references, I find that I had already blogged about this a few years back. Damn.
