So, today I bought a Moon Pie. I know, gross. Here's why.
When I was a kid, I had a Moon Pie that one of my parents bought from the gas station. It was so good. Thinking about how good it was is making my mouth water.
Since then, I randomly buy Moon Pies, hoping to replicate that experience. Sadly, I never have. Each and every time, I am disappointed with the moon pie-ness: crumbly, dry grahamy crackery too-sweet frosting and too-fake marshmellowy ickyness. Ack. I ate one of those today. And I probably will eat one later, too. Just to make sure.
But I wonder about why that first one was so good. Was it because I didn't eat near the amount of sugar then that I do now as so seemed all the more delectable? Or was it because it a novelty (think about it--moon+pie=novelty food). Or is it the overlaying of time--the idealization that happens sometime in the interims between event, memory and remembrance? Or am I just trying to recapture the innocence of my childhood (whatever that means)?
I don't know the answer. Finding the answer will probably involve a life-changing epiphany that I should go to Brunai where nobody's even heard of Moon Pies, much less eaten one. Or something like that.
Do you guys have anything like my Moon Pie predicament that you do? I hope so, because this is weird and weird things should be shared. Please share :)
