Growing up, snacks were a key part of my day. I remember taking snack breaks on elementary school mornings, munching on the Smartfood cheddar popcorn dutifully packed by my mom. I loved a thick slice of bakery challah as an after school snack, and I often enjoyed a hearty scoop of chocolate ice cream for dessert.
I can’t exactly recall when or why snacktime exited my life.
Perhaps it was when school became serious. I was a conscientious overachiever who spent 5 hours a day on middle school homework. I’m sure I spent more of my seventh grade experience reading my social studies textbook and listening to ‘N Sync than thinking about what to eat.
Perhaps it was when money took a front seat. I spent several summers on my feet with my lips curved up in a permanent smile as a waitress, saving up tips for European travel. I worked during “meal times” and ate during “snack times.” I can’t remember thinking much of it; I simply ate when I could.
Maybe it was college. Snacks seemed only to have associations such as “freshman fifteen” or “alcohol-induced.”
There was an unfortunate time where I thought the only acceptable snacks were raw vegetables or fruit. Thankfully, today I look at my snacks as mini meals designed to keep my energy up throughout the day.
Plus, they taste good.
How often do you snack?