The other day at my friend’s place, I needed a snack as dinner wasn’t ready and I was dangerously close to crossing the crankypants threshold. My friend offered me some celery.
Seriously?! Celery wasn’t going to subdue me at this point.
I gave him a look that clearly communicated my offense to this suggestion, so he stuck his head in the cupboard to locate something more substantial. “I have peanut butter…” he said cautiously. A distant happy snacking memory started creeping back. ”Wait a second,” I said, jumping off the couch with new found energy, “do you have any raisins?!”