Resolution #4 Update: Rice Krispie Treats, My Drug of Choice

A couple of years ago, my wife and I stopped by a Noodles & Company at the local mall because we were hungry and didn't plan very well. We typically don't eat out that much, but we were starving, so we dropped in and had a bowl of Japanese noodles with sauteed beef and bean sprouts (side note: whenever I order an asian dish at a non-asian eating establishment, I always think the wait staff says to themselves, "Figures."). We were pretty impressed by the flavor at this fast-food type place. The noodles were perfectly cooked, the sauce was flavorful and the sauteed beef was incredibly tender. I was unprepared for the dessert. We had grabbed a couple of rice krispie treats at the counter. They were thick cut (about two inches) and in the shape of a rather large isosceles triangle. Other than the unique shape, they didn't look much different than your average rice krispie treat you may have grown up with. Okay, so they're so big, you can use them as wheel chocks for a small car. Well, dessert nirvana ensued and Renae and I stared at each other in disbelief. I think I said something along the lines of, "Tell me this is not the most amazing rice krispie treat you've ever eaten??" and "Are there drugs in here?" Keep in mind. It is so massive, it could easily be eaten after two meals, as opposed to one. For efficiency's sake, we devoured them all at once. Renae said, "It's like it never ends!" Well, that was only the beginning.


We've been slaves to the rice krispie treat from Noodles & Company more times than we can count in our 1+ year marriage. I think we look for opportunities to drive past one of these establishments. Just yesterday, instead of going to the gym as we do every Sunday after church, we decided to get some shopping done at the same mall. I was hungry, so I turned to my wife and she said, "Do you want a rice krispie treat?" I was salivating like Pavlov's dog. I could've opted for a nice bowl of noodles (the Asian in me has a right to it, you know), but the drug-laden triangle was calling my name. So, I shamelessly entered the den of wretchedness known as Noodles & Company and nabbed the biggest one in the wire counter tray. The process is very fast, but with hummingbird-like precision, I move between the two counter baskets and scope out what I perceive to be the largest treat available. I think we're probably the only people we've ever seen go up to the counter and rather than order a meal and wait to be served, we dig our talons into a couple of the treats, pay quickly and dash out to get our fix. I was in and out in less than 20 seconds, then I proceeded to consume it like a pit bull after a hapless rabbit. All that remained after 5 minutes was a mangled cellophane wrapper and two vestigial crumbs on my face. You want it so bad, you don't care what people think of you. So, that's where we are (or at least where I am. My wife has exercised far more discipline than I). I'm was far less focused on pushups yesterday than I was on pushing one of these into my face. It's a tough battle. I'll just sit in the trench and eat another treat.