Pink Snowballs!!!

It's funny what happens to you after 2 days of little to no sleep. After travelling 2/3 of the way to Mexico and making frequent stops at gas stations, convenience stores, etc. a craving for Pink Snowballs came over me. I'm not sure where it came from because I honestly can't remember ever eating them. If I did, it wasn't enough of an experience to leave a vivid recollection of any sort. Maybe that was what intrigued me about them. Regardless, there I was in southern Missouri, at a truck stop convenience store, getting a Diet Coke to keep me awake and contemplating what snack to enjoy with it. It was as if I could hear the Pink Snowballs calling out to me from the pastry rack, but I denied it. I went for some pistachios thinking that cracking the shells will give me something to do while I'm driving and will help keep me awake. So off I went, a Lime Diet Coke and Pistachios in hand.

It wasn't until the next evening, somewhere in Texas, that I remembered those little Pink Snowballs from the night before. It started as a small craving...then it grew. Everytime we stopped for gas, I would look around the store and I noticed that the pastry brands I was familiar with were becoming less and less and I was seeing brands I had never heard of before. Was it too late? Did I miss my last chance at pink snowballs? How could I be so stupid? It's at least two hours back to the last place I saw them.

Next rest stop, I gas the car, I go inside, to no avail, no Pink Snowballs. But, the pastry angels must have been watching over me because the girl behind the counter thought she remembered seeing them at the Conoco accross the freeway (she used to work there). She called, they had them, we went, I got them, they were delicious. Sandra, Chris and I had a good laugh at how the store clerk who got the call asking for Pink Snowballs must have thought we were nuts. Well, she got to meet us in person. Haven't had 'em since. We were in tears laughing, and I'm realizing as I write, this is nowhere near as funny as it was at the time, but it was a definite, "You had to be there," experience.