There are some things I consider to be “kid food”. For example, I used to drink Hawaiian Punch by the 50 gallon drum when I was a child. I can’t stand it now. Many things fall into that category. Cheese Whiz. Tang. Cap’n Crunch.
Perhaps the most iconic food from my childhood is Pop Tarts. Not the frosted kind. That would have been gilding the lily. No, just good old strawberry Pop Tarts. Sometimes I’d even eat them raw. But toasted… Mmmmm. That warm crusty goodness with the melty strawberry filling. That couldn’t be beat.
So the other day I was grocery shopping, and I found myself putting a box of pop tarts into my cart. It was almost as if my hand had a mind of its own. Perhaps it was being directed by my inner child.
And then last night when I got home from a wet and blustery evening at work, I was too exhausted to cook, and there went my hand again, reaching for those pop tarts. I take no responsibility.
I have to say that eating them raw has lost its appeal, but toasted brought back a flood of comforting memories. I doubt I’ll be eating Pop Tarts daily, but it’s a delightful jaunt down memory lane on those days I can’t find the energy to cook like an adult.