Pop Tart Memoires

Every so often a occasion so momentous occurs. Today was one of those days. As i write, my eye's are being drawn to the colourful packaging of what used to be a Pop Tart. How did I obtain this wonder of artificial goodness? Let's continue.

It was Sunday morning and i was confused about daylight savings- Hour forward or Hour back? My little brother wanted to go to rebel sports and buy some goalie glove's or something, so we hopped in the car and off we drove. After making it there he tripped down the stairs- which looked pretty cool if you ask me.

And just like in the movies he escaped with merly a few cuts and scrapes. Afterwards, we walked into the sports shop and what followed was what seemed to be hours  worth of wondering around waiting while family member's tried on sports clothing and stuff.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity we left the shop and progressed onwards to, in my opinion the main event.

Martha's backyard is a shop of wonder. All products are imported from the USA, which as many of you know is quite the obsession of mine.

As i walked into the shop the smell of what i guessed was cornsyrup hit me and i immediately felt at home. Surrounding me were racks and racks of American clothes, food and everything else under the sun.

After througly searching the store over and trying on a few clothes here and there i settled on a packet of two Pop Tarts- brown sugar cinnamon flavour, My little borther opted for the red vines- although spat them out once trying them, and my sister opted to stay at home and sleep in.

On the drive home- i finally examined the ingredients. And honestly i coudnt be bothered writing them down, but trust me there are lots, and there are more numbers than words.

On the poptart website i found this coment which i believe sum's up the amazing american way of life.

PJ, FloridaI just bought the whole entire shelf of Popsters that Walmart had left these things are the BOMB Please keep them

Posted: September 23, 2010
 
Once i had arrived home i was excited to try my toaster treat ( Pop tarts are not normally sold in NZ) although i was slightly disheartened upon tasting the red vines. Which tasted strange, the only way to describe them is 'wrong'. I bustled through the door and ripped open the packet, and i was greeted by two carboard thin pastry thingies. From reading the packet in the car i knew to heat them on the lowest temp. in the toaster.
 
After waiting paitiently they finally came out, yet i was quite disapointed they didn't pop out into my hand like on TV, instead i had to turn of the toaster and use a knife to scoop them out. Maybe on the journey from the USA to NZ they lost their 'pop power'.
 

 
Finally i sampled one cautiously, after being warned that they may burn my tounge off, and was delighted. I kept biting until the Pop Tart became nothing more than a distant memory and 550 calories.
 
*cannot post for two weeks, holidays!*