Picture this, you’re reading a great book ::::cough:::::any from the sidebar would qualify::::cough::::: and your tummy growls. Or you get thirsty. Or a sudden craving for chocolate hits, undeniable in its strength and delicious temptation. But, then you glance at the pristine and crisp pages of your book. Do you risk getting those pages smudged with fudge? Potato chip greased fingerprints? A splash of chocolate milk? Ack!!! Sacrilege!
So what do you do? I mean, for me reading and eating are two of the greatest pleasures in life (at least, the only two I’d blog about *snerk*) . As far back as I remember, I read while I ate. Cereal boxes at breakfast, library books at lunch. Heck, I’d have read at the dinner table but my mom wouldn’t let me. I spent one entire summer paying my younger brother my allowance to run up to the corner store and buy me more BBQ potato chips as I worked my way through a stack of romances.
But there were always certain books that I didn’t allow food near. My Belgariad series, any of my Nora Roberts or Julie Garwoods. You know, the keepers. To keep them pristine, and since I never knew when I started a book if it was going to be a no-snacking zone, I had a rule. I didn’t allow myself to eat anything for the first three chapters. After that, I’d either be so sucked into the story that I forgot all about food (and sleep, usually) or I’d know it wasn’t a keeper and head for the M&Ms.
As I got older, and my reading time became more limited (kids, work, life) I ditched the rule. After all, if I only had a half hour between getting home and having to get dinner on the table, I’d have that book in hand while I cooked (unfortunately my mom’s rule about eating at the dinner table stuck). Sometimes dinner was even edible! But with the craziness of life during those early kid years, my reading escape became the bathtub, which doesn’t lend itself to snacking. And I got out of the habit (my metabolism slowed down too, so it’s probably just as well since my reading habit didn’t).
So now I rarely eat while I read. In a way, I miss it. Then again, I miss wearing size 5 jeans, too *shrug* and figure some things have just seen their day. And writing definitely doesn’t lend itself to eating, since I need both hands on the keyboard, so my snacking has gone way of those acid washed size 5 jeans.
How about you? Fess up. Do you eat while you read? While you write? And if you do, what’s your snack of choice?
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