Snack Mix
There is a mindlessness to snack mix,
the way we can put it away by the
fistful, our hands making the circuit
between bowl and mouth, scooping
up whole mountains, whole pillars
of salt, and you would think, therefore,
that you couldn't get such a thing
wrong, simple consumption without
any form of pause button, easy enough
to mix yourself ahead of Saturdays
or holiday parties, since each element
comes from the same family of salted
grain and nut, but, in fact, you can tell
when it's not right: when the flake of
the cheese cracker goes unmatched by
the density of a peanut, or when you
get too much pretzel and not enough
toasted cereal, or when someone has
picked out all of the rye wafers, or
worse, has added something sweet
like chocolate or dried cranberries. All
of which will wake you up and draw
your mind away from the football
game or cartoon marathon, and send
you searching the bowl, frown on
your face, like some sort of culinary
crime scene investigator. Yep, you
say, pulling out your notepad and
poking the bowl with the tip of your
pencil, Snack mix is like air. You'll
only notice it when something's wrong.
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