For the last three nights, I have had snack attacks late at night. After 10 p.m. No idea why, but I find myself peering into the pantry or fridge, hunting for the perfect nosh. Fresh blackberries? Nope. Mango? Nope. Snacks need to fall into the snack-food scope: salty, crunchy, sweet or chewy. Must be empty calories or it doesn’t count.
Here’s what’s tempted me successfully:
Peanut Butter filled pretzels. Satan invented these. They make a pleasant hollow sound, just to remind you that the peanut butter is encapsulated in some scary way. But they are crunchy, salty and sweet. 8 points on the late-night snackometer.
Pirate Booty. Yep, from Trader Joe’s. Crunchy, with a slight plastic aftertaste. Artificially cheezy and perfect. Odd mouthfeel of salt, and felty-cheese. 6 points on the late-night snackometer.
Baked Snap Pea Crisps. Must be healthy for you–vegetables, right? These come in a metallized single-serving plastic bag. That means you can’t stop eating the. Ignore the grease stains on your fingers. Absolute heaven in the crunch-salt-snap category. 10 points on the late-night snackometer.
Seedy little current cookies. Also from Trader Joe’s. An odd, plasticized-looking, slippery little cookie made of pressed seeds and currents. For my money, they could have left out the peanuts and used hazelnuts instead. But it doesn’t slow me down much. 7 points on the late-night snackometer.
San Juan Cajeta. I discovered these at the Rancho Grande market. They are caramels, but pressed flat on obladen, an edible type of paper that keeps them from sticking to the wrapper and looks like a host. These caramels are made of goat milk and have a rich, creamy taste. A definite 10 points.
What’s your latest snack attack?