The thing about sauntering into a parent’s kitchen late at night that is unlike sauntering into your own kitchen late at night is the potential for surprise.
A whole new world.
You didn’t buy these groceries, and you’re allowed to eat them.
Don’t you dare close your eyes.
Each cabinet houses something new and exciting.
A hundred thousand things to see.
Vegetable crackers? Interesting. Jalapeno Cheetos? Hmm, pass. Ruffles? Snore.
Hold your breath, it gets better.
BLACK PEPPER JACK DORITOS?! YES, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES.
I had to go back and reblog this because I just went out into my parents’ kitchen. The only thing I can compare it to is Belle finding that huge fucking room full of books in Beauty and the Beast. I had a handful of barbecue chips, a slice of chocolate cake, and a handful of mixed nuts. I love how much salt they get away with putting on those nuts. It’s like a handful is equal to drinking a tall glass of ocean water.
This is hilariously true. Finds at my parents’ house so far: a gigantic bowl of reeses, caramels, snickers, and tootsie rolls; pecan pie; 4 kinds of chips… Yay for junkfood!
