I am a creature of the midnight snack
At the stroke of midnight - something just seems to happen to me
A transformation of sorts
A wanderlust for leftovers
A search for gastric satisfaction
An uncontrollable urge to munch on something
A deep-seated longing for gastronomic satiety
As kids , my brothers ( and sisters), and I would inevitably sneak down into the forbidden kitchenworld
And in the glow of a lone refrigerator bulb, our eyes would scan the horizon for bite-size treasures
As we grew older - we mastered the skill of "heating" remnants of the dinner just passed
Canned goods were a constant joy
Instant noodles were a boon
Pre-cooked was a convenience
And microwaving was a thrill that we looked forward to ...
Years past the childhood that molded us
The habit of midnight forays has remained
Tonight was no different
I write this post still reeling from the satisfaction of having had my small "midnight fix"
Hoping that all of you are similarly happy with the end of your day...