November 8, 2008

Once you pop...

You just can't stop...reading.

"When Christmas rolled around we had a real tree with lights and a star. My sister and I had no idea what the word Christmas meant; to us it was, and remained for years, glitter and gifts. We had to put together the pieces of America that came to us through television, song lyrics, Meijer Thrifty Acres, and our father, coming home from work each day with a new kind of candy in his pocket."
--Bich Minh Nguyen

Christmas was always just glitter and gifts to my heathen (or oblivious-to-religion) childhood self, too. And just like her dad, mine liked bringing home treats for my sister and me, sometimes cookies wrapped in napkins. They must have left crumbs in his pockets.

I like the way she describes Pringles: "So delicate, breaking into salty shards on our tongues." I also thought that their trademark canisters made them the most elegant chips. I enjoyed stacking my Pringles and eating them sometimes in twos, sometimes in threes, sometimes half of a single one at a time if I wanted to make them last. While sour cream and onion (green) was my mom's favorite, and my dad happily munched on the barbeque (burgundy/purple), I liked the original flavor because it was red...I liked them all, really, but maybe just because I associated them with the movies we watched on weekend nights sitting on our old L-shaped Levitz couch.

Even now, any Pringle I eat still reminds me of Silence of the Lambs. Either we watched that movie a lot, or I was too young to see Anthony Hopkins do those sorts of things (or both) -- but to this day, I don't know if I could watch The Remains of the Day without cringing, even though it's one of my favorite books.