I wish I was a food designer. I’m sure they’re out there. People paid to come up with flavors of things like chips, jelly beans and protein bars.
I think a girl named Twig makes all the protein bar flavors. They all in come in some kind of animal feed flavor – oats, wheat, or rice (crispy’s) and sugar.
Sure these things are good for a day or two and then they begin to wear on me. Fruit and grain, fruit and grain, day after day. Sure they throw in a few nuts every now and then, but it’s the same basic taste.
With my flavors I could open a Protein Bar Bar. So this is me ordering in my Protein Bar Bar.
“I’ll have the Chicken Fried Steak and Gravy Protein Bar, a side of Shrimp Fried Rice Protein Bar and a Margarita Protein Bar. Oh what the heck give me two Margarita Protein Bars. I’m not driving tonight.”
The waiter would chuckle and say, “Excellent choice, Madam.”
My sister would say, “Do you have the Lobster Dipped in Butter Protein Bar on the kids’ menu? I’m not very hungry. Can I substitute a Martini Protein Bar for the drink?”
I would roll my eyes behind her back and the waiter would chuckle again.*
When he left I would say, “You know they have a special key on that computer that says “Spit in the Food” and he just used it on your order.”*
She’d squawk, “No they don’t,” but she would closely inspect her food.
She thinks I don’t notice, but I do.
After she devours her little, tiny meal, she’d want a bite of mine which in reality would be half my food.*
When I’m sick, I would have a Chicken Pot Pie Protein Bar and think about my Grandma.
And sometimes late at night when no one’s looking, I would have 4 or 5 Chocolate, Chocolate Truffle Ice Cream Protein Bars and maybe 2 or 3 Turtle Cheese Cake Protein Bars. The next day I would pretend I didn’t know who ate them.*
Yeah, my protein bars would be like meals at the Jetson’s.
(*This story does not in anyway reflect the things I might or might not do in reality and as for my sister who thinks your friends might see this and think it’s about you, you might want to consider why.)