Mmmmmmmm...M&M's!
by "Tree"
My name is Tree, and I'm addicted to M&M's. Phewf! There it is. It's out there. My addiction is well known in my circle of friends, but to admit it to the outside world is a big step.The first of 12 I suppose...
As a child, I came from a home where chocolate and other "unhealthy" snacks were hidden and hoarded by my parents. I was well into my teens when I came across my mother eating candy that had most certainly not come from the pantry. She confessed that there had been delicious snacks in the house our entire lives...while we had access only to fruit, vegetables, and the occasional homemade oatmeal raisin cookies. That's right, RAISIN--not chocolate chips.
When I left home, (as soon as I graduated from highschool in order to escape such a dysfunctional atmosphere), I soon discovered that having my own room in the University Dorm was a great way to explore the world of sugar treats without fear of anyone taking it away. It was during my first "allnighter" which involved a 2 litre bottle of coke and a Costco sized bag of m&m's that I discovered the addictive quality of these little gems. Not only was I able to finish my paper on time and get it handed in, but I was awake for the next two days! Over the years I have tried them all: plain, peanut, almond, peanut butter...but it's the draw of that familiar yellow bag, always the biggest one I can find, that stills the shakes and stops the anxiety. As soon as it is in my hand, and a litre of milk and an Oprah magazine are in my grocery cart, I know I am in for the best dinner yet!
I managed to get through university with the help of Yellow, Green, Red, Brown, and eventually Blue. I am now a teacher of 16 years, and without my 'friends from the yellow bag', not a single student would have ever received a completed report card. To this day, the tradition of the "allnighter" continues, with report cards being banged out in a sugar high that heightens my creativity and makes each child shine like a slightly moist M&M!
I have tried repeatedly to break myself of the need for my own little answer to crack, but time after time I pull on sweat pants and brave the ice and snow to walk to the corner grocery for my fix; any report cards attempted over carrot sticks and rice cakes turns quickly to a frantic trip to Costco for "the big bag"; and, worst of all, I receive novelty bags as gifts from well meaning friends who can't stand the whine of withdrawal (pink for breast cancer, swamp colours for Shrek, pure gold for Pirates of the Caribbean-, Christmas, Valentines Day, Easter...) It never ends. Personalized M&M's?? How brilliant! Please stamp mine with "crack candy"!
Sincerely,
"Tree"
As a child, I came from a home where chocolate and other "unhealthy" snacks were hidden and hoarded by my parents. I was well into my teens when I came across my mother eating candy that had most certainly not come from the pantry. She confessed that there had been delicious snacks in the house our entire lives...while we had access only to fruit, vegetables, and the occasional homemade oatmeal raisin cookies. That's right, RAISIN--not chocolate chips.
When I left home, (as soon as I graduated from highschool in order to escape such a dysfunctional atmosphere), I soon discovered that having my own room in the University Dorm was a great way to explore the world of sugar treats without fear of anyone taking it away. It was during my first "allnighter" which involved a 2 litre bottle of coke and a Costco sized bag of m&m's that I discovered the addictive quality of these little gems. Not only was I able to finish my paper on time and get it handed in, but I was awake for the next two days! Over the years I have tried them all: plain, peanut, almond, peanut butter...but it's the draw of that familiar yellow bag, always the biggest one I can find, that stills the shakes and stops the anxiety. As soon as it is in my hand, and a litre of milk and an Oprah magazine are in my grocery cart, I know I am in for the best dinner yet!
I managed to get through university with the help of Yellow, Green, Red, Brown, and eventually Blue. I am now a teacher of 16 years, and without my 'friends from the yellow bag', not a single student would have ever received a completed report card. To this day, the tradition of the "allnighter" continues, with report cards being banged out in a sugar high that heightens my creativity and makes each child shine like a slightly moist M&M!
I have tried repeatedly to break myself of the need for my own little answer to crack, but time after time I pull on sweat pants and brave the ice and snow to walk to the corner grocery for my fix; any report cards attempted over carrot sticks and rice cakes turns quickly to a frantic trip to Costco for "the big bag"; and, worst of all, I receive novelty bags as gifts from well meaning friends who can't stand the whine of withdrawal (pink for breast cancer, swamp colours for Shrek, pure gold for Pirates of the Caribbean-, Christmas, Valentines Day, Easter...) It never ends. Personalized M&M's?? How brilliant! Please stamp mine with "crack candy"!
Sincerely,
"Tree"