A Jonesing I Did Go

Sometimes things spontaneously appear and take captive all my attention and resources. Today it was brownies. Not just any brownies mind you, homemade ones; big, thick homemade brownies.

Next I have to explain the power of coincidence, for the last 3 days I have been dreaming of rich chocolate brownies covered in creamy vanilla frosting. Today I had my brownies but it wasn't quite everything. They looked so naked sitting there without frosting. I was suddenly filled with an immediate need for vanilla frosting, I had to have it at all costs.

Due to my culinary ineptitude I don't know how to make frosting, so the most obvious thing to do was out. Besides this was no time for practical thinking. Also, anything other than vanilla frosting magically appearing at my feet would take too much time. I tore my kitchen apart in the hopes that maybe, just maybe there might be a can of frosting somewhere.

There was none to be had, I became all hot and sweaty, restless and jumpy. I was going through some sort of withdrawal. I don't know, I'm no drug addict, I don't know the exact science of this. All I know is that I was jonesing for some vanilla frosting, I needed a fix and I needed it bad.

I headed off to the tiny village store. The town's only seller of lotto tickets, and that's probably the primary reason their doors are still open. That must be the reason, it's not for their convenience. Shopping in a tiny store like this feels like shopping in a bomb shelter about 20 years after the bomb went off, there's an odd assortment of goods and you hope to God that they have what you're looking for. I bought the only can of non-expired frosting in the building. I could almost taste satisfaction. I couldn't get home soon enough.

Yes I had some brownies, yes with frosting and yes they were good.

There's something about it after the fact that feels almost wrong. For twenty minutes I let food control my life, I drove all the way to the store to overpay for one item. I had my brownies but I feel almost dirty, I feel that once I lowered the threshold this far that I might someday end up in the street turning tricks for peanut butter.

But then again I put too much thought into things.