Somewhere in the larder I knew I had a fresh packet of ryvitas. That’s way more important than it sounds because, what with me getting fatter and fatter by the minute, I’m trying not to eat wheat. Ryvitas are a huge component of my diet.
Anyway, I just came home after a frustrating morning, and frankly what I really wanted was a doughnut, or a bacon sandwich, or toast and lemon curd. Anything, really, jammed with wheat, fat and calories. Nonetheless, I summoned up some willpower and tried to convince myself that a ryvita would do almost as well. Except, the search for those crispy Scandinavian snacks did not go well. Until – joy of joys! – I found a single hobnob tucked away at the back of a shelf. Someone had obviously hidden it there and forgotten about it. It was stale and soggy, but who cares – I was clearly meant to have it!
And now that I’ve had that morsel of sugary, chocolatey yumminess, I think I can even start to feel cheerful about the rivita.