
Sometimes, I stare vacantly into my pantry or fridge for what seems like hours on end. My face is void of expression, and my breathing slows until I enter a trance-like state. During this intense process, my mind is calculating, my eyes frantically scanning the food storage system in front of me as if it could spontaneously generate food from air alone. When at last this process comes to an end, I will snap back into consciousness, exhale with great vigor, and then come to the conclusion:
“THERE’S NOTHING TO EAT.”
Has this ever happened to you? It’s an all too common occurrence in a human’s every day life. We don’t really mean it in a literal sense. Clearly, if I’m staring into a fridge full of food, then there is plenty to eat. I’m just not in the mood for any of it.
On the other hand, there can be plenty of items in your fridge or pantry, but no conceivable way to make a meal out of it. You’ll look at the box of pasta and the fresh garlic and think, “I could make spaghetti,” only to then realize you have no form of tomato. For the duration of time you find yourself gawking into your fridge or freezer like a zombie, you are making these calculations, linking foods together to try and form a conceivable whole.
I found myself in this exact situation earlier this afternoon when my stomach cried out for a snack. I stared into my pantry for a good five minutes before informing my dog, Reese, that there was nothing (I think conversing with animals is a sign of starvation).
There was a cornucopia of foods in the kitchen, and I knew there was a way to bring it all together, I just had to figure out how. So, I stuck my head back into the pantry and assessed my options. I started weaving things together into a delicious web. Peanut butter…a snack pack of pudding I’ll probably never eat…Nilla wafers…Fluff…AHA!
Fluffernutter Nilla Wafer Sandwiches.










When most of us said goodbye to summer, we also bid farewell to short shorts, flip flops, cookouts, and s’mores. With a heavy heart, we realized that it would be another long year until such things came back into our lives again. And so, we turned to embrace Autumn. Well, my little cookies, grieve no longer. Although I cannot give you warm weather or a society that approves of wearing sandals in October, I can give you s’mores. With this special autumn twist, they are limited to summer no longer.