“Snickety-snacking” is the word my mom and I use to describe grazing on snack foods, especially in lieu of sitting down and eating a traditional meal. Or we might describe a meal of finger foods and snacks as a “snicky-snacky” meal. It’s often our euphemism for “I ate junk food all day and have no appetite left for nutritionally-valuable foods.”
This afternoon, Justin and Milo and I headed down to Peninsula to run around Kendall Lake and indulge in greasy pub food after a week of virtuous, home-cooked meals. All week I imagined a juicy cheeseburger, hold the lettuce, because I’ve had more than my share this week, thank you…but when we got there, it just didn’t sound good. I ended up getting a chicken wrap – no breading! – with a vinegary dressing instead of the hamburger/cheese/mayo glop, but I did indulge in the legendary cheese fries – which were disappointingly gross. And by the time I pushed the plate away, I felt disgusting.
We picked up our CSA basket on the way home, and after our nauseating lunch, neither Justin nor I felt like a whole meal. I popped slices of multigrain raisin nut bread in the toaster oven and sliced the CSA grass-fed swiss cheese as well as the hugest green apple I have ever seen, also courtesy of the basket. Then I drizzled the toast with the raw honey from the basket, and we snickety-snacked on the perfectly matched apple, cheese, and honeyed toast. It was a snicky-snacky dinner deluxe, minus the snicky-snacky guilt.
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