Cinamon Bites - or, the joy of simple things
October 9th 2006 20:42
I had the opportunity to get out of the house Saturday, and among other things, namely going to the beach, I went to the mall. And in the mall I went to a place called Pretzel Time.
I used to go here all the time when I was much younger. I remember anytime we got anywhere near the mall I'd beg to go here. And I'd bask in the heaven and utter bliss of those cinamon bites. But how is it when I got older that I
forgot about them? Did I forget about them or did I just get tired of them? I can't remember which. The other possibility is that time had dulled my memory of them, and I had much less money, and opted to spend my money on chocolate rather on them. Oh, but that is a mistake! And I wouldn't usually
say that about chocolate. I went there today, hoping that they would still have them, as it had been a few years since the last time I had them. At first, I didn't see them and I was dissapointed. But then I spotted them at the far
corner, Cinamon Bites, the sign proudly proclaimed, and I was excited. I waited in the long line - it was a joint ice cream place, too - and bantered with the clerk when it was finally my turn to order. "I haven't had these in ages!" I said. "They're addictive," he agreed. I asked him how many were in
the small, debating which size to get, and decided six or seven were enough. Only $3.10 - that's cheaper than a smoothie or the two chocolates I got at Godiva.
They were just as I remembered them. The white paper cup was overflowing with these beautiful creations, and I practically salivated just looking at them. I gingerly picked one up and put it delicately in my mouth. Instant bliss of the
highest kind! These little puffs of warm doughy mass, dunked in sugar and cinamon and probably a little salt to top it off, melted and exploded in my mouth. Each was about the size of a golf ball. The sugar and cinamon exploded in my mouth, and each bite was absolutely luscious. I walked through the mall as if in a dream. I didn't feel tired anymore. The crowds of
people didn't bother me. I was protected. I walked down the hall eating my Cinamon Bites, feeling lighter than air, at least for the few minutes I had them. At first, I worried I made a mistake getting the small size when for only a dollar more I could have gotten Medium, but by the time I got to the food
court I was thirsty and definitely approaching satiation point. In fact, I couldn't even finish the last one. Well, I COULD have, but I was trying to protect my stomach. I took one last bite and bid the last cinamon bite a hasty
farewell into the trash can, looking at it longingly as it went, and then rushing back to my water for a big sip. I walked away from the food court with a smile on my face. I had found something that, at least for today, made me happier than chocolate. Now that's saying something.
The simple joys of life. One needs to seek them out to attain happiness.
I used to go here all the time when I was much younger. I remember anytime we got anywhere near the mall I'd beg to go here. And I'd bask in the heaven and utter bliss of those cinamon bites. But how is it when I got older that I
forgot about them? Did I forget about them or did I just get tired of them? I can't remember which. The other possibility is that time had dulled my memory of them, and I had much less money, and opted to spend my money on chocolate rather on them. Oh, but that is a mistake! And I wouldn't usually
corner, Cinamon Bites, the sign proudly proclaimed, and I was excited. I waited in the long line - it was a joint ice cream place, too - and bantered with the clerk when it was finally my turn to order. "I haven't had these in ages!" I said. "They're addictive," he agreed. I asked him how many were in
the small, debating which size to get, and decided six or seven were enough. Only $3.10 - that's cheaper than a smoothie or the two chocolates I got at Godiva.
They were just as I remembered them. The white paper cup was overflowing with these beautiful creations, and I practically salivated just looking at them. I gingerly picked one up and put it delicately in my mouth. Instant bliss of the
highest kind! These little puffs of warm doughy mass, dunked in sugar and cinamon and probably a little salt to top it off, melted and exploded in my mouth. Each was about the size of a golf ball. The sugar and cinamon exploded in my mouth, and each bite was absolutely luscious. I walked through the mall as if in a dream. I didn't feel tired anymore. The crowds of
court I was thirsty and definitely approaching satiation point. In fact, I couldn't even finish the last one. Well, I COULD have, but I was trying to protect my stomach. I took one last bite and bid the last cinamon bite a hasty
farewell into the trash can, looking at it longingly as it went, and then rushing back to my water for a big sip. I walked away from the food court with a smile on my face. I had found something that, at least for today, made me happier than chocolate. Now that's saying something.
The simple joys of life. One needs to seek them out to attain happiness.
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