Fun Dip

I neglected to mention snacks in my other posts of Trip 2 memories. You may recall, prior to the trip I was warning Jim away from my snacks, to try and preempt any attempt by him to make off with the last half of my only granola bar. Well, this trip he actually packed some snacks himself. Now, to each his own when it comes to snacks...but I try to use a little bit of strategy when picking my snacks. I have trail mix for energy and protein, Fiber One bars for...you know, fiber...and Mentos for those bad-breath moments after sleeping on the plane.

As soon as our plane departed on Trip 2, I looked over to see Jim's snack strategy. He was sitting there (5 minutes into the trip, no less) eating Fun Dip. For those who may not remember Fun Dip from their childhood, it is a bag of pure powdery sugar that you scoop into your mouth with a little stick/spoon that is also made of sugar. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Me: What is that??
Jim: Fun Dip!! It's great! Nothing better than Fun Dip! Do you want some (holding out the little sugar stick he's been licking)?
Me: Uhhh. No. I think I'll pass.
Jim: slurping noises
Me: Is that really the snack that you thought would be the best thing to take with you to Russia? Pure sugar?
Jim: Sure. It's great!
silence
Jim: You're going to blog about this, aren't you?
Me: I'm already composing it in my head.

At least it gave me something to think about on the flight. I sat there imagining our plane crashing on a desert island in the middle of the ocean, and us trying to survive on Fun Dip. My only hope is that the sugar-induced coma would ease the pain of our starvation. Remind me never to sign up for a show like Survivor with Jim.