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... .I love Marshmallow Fluff.
It is a peculiar love, I know. Most people barely know what it is, and
those that do tend to have a lukewarm opinion of it. But they just dont
understand it. All they see is the gooey white ectoplasmic mass, marshmallow
in spreadable form. But to me as a kid, it was future. Id watch
sci-fi TV shows and imagine what kind of food they ate, and it would be
soft, white, and sweet. The first time I saw my friends mom cursing
to herself as she attempted to get it onto bread without coating the rest
of the kitchen, I knew Fluff was the stuff. Nowadays, my associations
with it are less happy, but I still love it. There are rules for eating
Fluff. The first is small portions. If youre doing it right it should
be slightly warmer then your mouth, which means when it hits your tongue
it will actually cool down, causing it to go from gooey liquid to a sort
of rubber cement consistency that will instantly start to glue together
whatever it touches. Not too bad when theres half a table spoon.
Horrible when your mouth is filled with the stuff. The second rule is
never alone and never more than two companions. The longest running competitors
were Nutella and toasted bread, preferably sourdough. Peanut butter is
too dry, and chocolate syrup too sweet. Ive experimented. Ive
tried everything from catsup to Indian chutney to kimchi, just to see
if theres some magical combination undiscovered due to queasiness
or lack of imagination.
... The convenience store just down the block
from my house has the greatest collection of condiments Ive ever
seen in my life. If that impresses you, you may want to re-think it for
a second, because, really, how many collections of condiments have you
seen, even over the course of your entire life? If it doesn't impress
you, then you obviously havent seen the place. Half the damn store
is devoted to condiments. Every nationality from Malaysian to Canadian,
name brand next to micro-batched. Its massive. I suspect its
to make up for the dreadful lack of actual food. You want imported German
beet-catsup? They got it. You want eggs that havent expired three
days ago? Not going to happen. How about Pakistani flower curry? Aisle
two. Bread? Wonder Bread only, buddy.
... I dont go to it very often any
more.
... I used to spend a lot of time there and
not just because of their prodigious collection of sauces, toppings and
spices. The other reason is because theyre open 24 hours a day,
and Im an insomniac. I find that more and more people are these
days, so Ill spare the poetic description of what twelve hours of
sleep a week will do to you. The point is I had a lot of time to kill,
and at four in the morning, with work looming in just five hours, browsing
exotic taste enhancers for what was becoming more and more the holy grail
of condiments, the perfect spread to mix with Marshmallow Fluff, actually
sounded like a good time. And you would be surprised how crowded a corner
convenience store can be in the wee hours of the morning.
... So there I was, aisle two, debating between
a Russian cod paste that looked promising but was past its expiration
date, and what appeared to be a Kazakhstani knockoff of teriyaki sauce
that would probably be boring, but safer. I wish I could tell you this
was an atypical Thursday night for me, but at that moment it really wasnt.
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