There are problems and there are crises. Last year an announcement was made: Gibble’s Foods, a company that baked my favorite nostalgic Central Pennsylvania snack, cheese puffys, would be halting production, closing down the snack food business. How can a company with a great tagline–Nibble with Gibble’s–possibly close down in America, the noshing epicenter on Earth? Well, it happened. And my palate was sad.
Another announcement was made this year: Gibble’s was bought, the production line restarted. Yessssss. I checked their website for updates like I was searching Wonka bars for Golden Tickets. I told my family. I bided my time. Photos and comments appeared online with consumers enjoying Gibble’s chips and pretzels, but no cheese puffys. Sigh.
Eventually, my favorite snack appeared on the web, too. Hooray. However, I don’t live in PA anymore, so when I visited my family one weekend, I called up a few grocery stores to see if they stocked cheese puffys. Determined I was to find some.
One grocery manager asked if Gibble’s was my favorite brand. I admitted without shame, “There is but one cheese puffy!” He explained their shelves didn’t bear the puffys yet. Neither did the other store. No luck that weekend, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the fluffy carbohydrates hit my system again. I settled in to wait. I’m patient. If I can endure facedown hell after retinal surgeries, I can wait for some puffys.
The other day when Stockton arrived home, he carried a large cardboard box as he entered the house. He fielded the terrier’s greeting and smiled at me, saying I needed to open the box. He enjoys a surprise. Don’t you just love him?
As I pushed aside the box flaps, rows of bright yellow bags reflected off my pale, grinning face. It’s okay to get excited about the little things in life. I sure do. Stockton had ordered us a box of my favorite snacks. Munch, munch.
With metaphorically cheddar-dusted fingers, I contemplate the puffys at the keyboard. I nominate them for Best Snack Food for people with low vision, next to baby carrots. You can’t miss these neon orange curls. They blend in like traffic cones. Great contrast. Builds your hand/eye coordination. You’ll never miss a pick-up with cheese puffys. Your hand-to-mouth rate will increase, too. That reminds me, it’s time to walk the dog. I don’t want to add a side of back fat to my body due to my grazing.
Do you have a favorite snack food? Actually, that’s a stupid question. Everyone has a favorite snack food. Tell me about yours.