Hubby & I have a unique travel tradition.
We buy a couple of standard snack items that come with us on every single trip we take. These items get stowed away in our hotel room so we don’t need to run out every time we want a snack.
I honestly have no idea how this tradition really started. It’s uniquely interesting because 2 of the standard food items are not items that we normally snack on at home. I can’t explain this behavior, much like I usually cannot explain hubby’s male traits. But hey, they are what they are… so I accept them.
So you might be wondering, what are these snack items?
Well, one is a tube (or quite possibly 2 tubes – if that’s the right packaging description?) of Pringles. The flavors may vary but I always buy them to pack in our luggage on every vacation. Maybe I initially started with Pringles because they are packaged in a way that allows me to stuff them into our bag without finding myself with a crushed bag full of crumbs or, perhaps it’s because it’s easy to grab a mini stack of 5 or so to have a quick snack. Either way, Pringles always come with us on a trip.
The 2nd item is a large package of twizzlers. I’d have to assume once again, that I was applying some sort of logic at one point when I decided what the “travel snacks” would be. These are easy to grab & easy to pack… and hubby loves them.
So, I got to thinking recently that perhaps the biggest reason I’ve decided on these 2 particular snacks is because they are easily rationed.
Rationed?? Yes…. .rationed.
In order for me to get my fair share (you could also probably read this as any) of the travel snacks, I need to make sure hubby hasn’t eaten them all in one sitting. Years ago, we used to operate on basic consumption trust but then I realized that on day 3 of vacation, the snacks that were designed to last all week, were almost gone. So, he forced me to do something I never wanted to do. I felt like that mom that says to her 4 year old “if you can’t share, I’m going to take it away from you.” So, while I certainly didn’t want to take them away… I had no choice but to react. And, since we’re in a foreign place and I cannot run to the store to buy more twizzlers. I was forced to put him on a strict twizzler allocation. And… he thinks he’s sneaky, but I know that, sometimes if I’m not paying close attention, he’ll sneak extras… so I have to be on full alert at all times!
A replay of our absurd twizzler conversation…
Hubby: “Can I have some twizzlers?”
Me: “How many have you had today?”
Hubby: “I’m not sure”
Me: “You’re not sure, or you don’t want to tell me?”
Me: (getting the package from the dresser) “Babe, this package is half empty.. I think I’ve eaten like 3 of them since we got here”
Hubby: “Well, how many can I have?”
Me: “Probably none… not until I catch up.”
Hubby: (whining) “Come on… I want some now”
Me: “Ok, take a few, but just remember that if I don’t get any, you owe me!”
Hubby: “You don’t eat them fast enough”
Me: “Am I gonna have to start hiding snacks on vacation like I do at home?”
Hubby: “No, just eat faster”
At this point I’ve removed a few twizzlers from the package and I’m whipping hubby with them……
Hubby: “Owww.. stop hitting me”
Me: “You don’t like this do you…. Then, stop eating all the twizzlers”
Hubby: “Please just give them to me”
Me: “You can have these but, if you don’t comply with the allocation rules, the twizzlers are going into the safe with our passports and I’m not telling you the combination. I may also hide the beer from the mini bar if you don’t shape up!”
Hubby: “Ok, ok…. You win, I’ll share the twizzlers..”
Aha! I found the magic solution to ensure I had my share of twizzlers…. All I had to do was threaten the loss of beer… Wow, I wished I’d learned this lesson years ago!