Peach-Os and Mystery Meat

I mourned the passing of my Peach-Os today. I mourned with a moment of silence as I slowly and methodically pulled out the last three Peach-O’s from the bag and one by one chewed them, savoring each and every last taste of sugary peachy goodness. As I popped the last into my mouth I hesitated- considering the option of saving the aforementioned candy for another day. Realizing the ridiculousness of saving a solitary small fort of happiness and remembering that I had recently gained three pounds on my most recent trip to the capital, I ate the Peach-O. Mmmm.. I can still taste it now as I relive the memory. Sugary, tart and delicious and reminding me of home and family and days of candy stores. I stared at the now empty bag and smoothed its crinkles as I continued my masticate and think upon the gloriousness that lives within a Peach-O, lovingly caressing and rereading the English and grammatically correct print on the wrapping. Realizing that I had stood in the center of my kitchen looking at the bag for a good ten minutes while consuming the last three morsels of happiness I snapped myself out of it and consoled myself with a thought of asking for more in care packages to come. With some great effort I loving placed the now empty and looking extremely forlorn wrapping in the bag of trash hanging on my wall, grabbed my cup of pink lemonade powdered drink mix and walked into the next room. I have come up with a conclusion to all this. There are simply not enough Peach-Os in a bag of Peach-Os.
Today’s gastronomical delight- an un-marked can from the very same care package from my parents. Making a salad of fresh tomatoes and onions ( as always) and some sautéed green beans with carrots over rice, I decided that whatever was in the can would probably be a fantastic edition to my meal. Opening it up I stared with incredulity at the contents. They almost liked look…. I popped one in my mouth and chewed and almost died with shock. Canned octopus! I couldn’t believe it…so I ate three more just to be sure. Absolutely wonderful and something I would have watched my dad eat in the states with a wrinkled nose and stance of disgust. But here in Madagascar, and having still not traveled south to eat the fresh octopus you can get on the beach, I ate every piece nestled within the tin, saving only five for the actual meal. I shared a small piece with my dog ( I know. I know. But if you saw her face…) opting instead to give her the oil on her rice. My taste buds don’t even know what to do with themselves now.
PS- Just in case you HAPPEN to be wondering…Watermelon, apple, and peach… my favorite fruit-o’s Thanks!