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It’s a very important evening question

It’s an important post-7 p.m. question in our household.

What are we gonna’ snack on?

We’re in settle-down mode, parked on the couch or in the recliners, mastering the art of watching television with our eyes closed, but we awaken long enough to talk serious stuff, to engage in matters of weighty importance.

What are we gonna’ snack on?

We look at each other with great expectation, interest in life renewed, suddenly hungry for a taste of something or other. Hmmm.

What will we snack on is a food-related question that I can handle. It’s not like being asked what’s for dinner. That’s a stressful question there, one demanding planning, preparation, performance, consumption, disappointment, cleanup. Ugh. Note to self: Stop on the way home from work tomorrow and pick up a rotisserie chicken.

The dinner question is kind of like being on the verge of having a really serious Charley horse. It’s painful. Ride it out.

Snacking, though, now that’s fun. Fun food fast.

It reminds me of that Ollie’s slogan — “good stuff cheap.” Right to the point.

Deciding what to snack on, though, can initially create a hot-and-cold pursuit, a hide-and-go-seek search in the kitchen.

You open the refrigerator and scan the shelves and bins and door. You open cupboards and do likewise.

But ultimately there’s always something with grab-and-go appeal.

Like a can of Pringles or a bag of potato chips. Salty and crunchy.

Or a big bowl of microwave popcorn. The Pop Secret homestyle kind is just right, Goldilocks.

For Better Half, it’s often a snack of substance, followed up with a snack that’s sweet.

Maybe first off it’s a soft-boiled egg or a hard-boiled one, depending on whether or not we’ve forgotten about the pan on the stove.

Then comes an ice cream cone. Chocolate peanut butter ice cream or, as a man of resourcefulness if we’re out of that, chocolate ice cream with a spoonful or two of peanut butter mashed into it.

The ice cream cone production requires “the ice cream spoon,” which is usually mingling in the silverware drawer with all the other lowly spoons.

It’s not like it’s a spoon you’ll have appraised in hopes of great future profit, but if its whereabouts aren’t immediately obvious, there’s a bit of a panic.

One thing I’ve discovered or been reminded of is that you don’t really have to be hungry to want to snack.

The munchie urge accelerates after the time change and once the weather shifts from sort of nice to sort of stinky.

A person’s got to pad herself to get through the winter warm. And that’s food for thought, before or after 7 p.m.

(Kiaski, a resident of Richmond, is a staff columnist and community editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times. She can be contacted atjkiaski@heraldstaronline.com.)

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