I have been traveling a great deal, which is my way of offering a flimsy excuse for my lack of blogging. Criss-crossing the US has really taken it out of me, though.

Eating on the road is always a challenge for me, as I am on a never-ending quest to slim. I have been successful in this over the last four years, and I would like to continue to be.

Sometimes, though, you’re so hungry and tired that all semblance of good sense disappears. This happened to me last Wednesday night. Actually, it was the wee hours of Thursday morning.

I was sitting in a Greyhound bus station, waiting to make the final connection on a 12 hour journey home from California. I’d flown from San Francisco to Dallas-Forth Worth, then DFW to Columbus, Ohio. I just had the two hour coach trip to Cincinnati and then I’d be home. ETA: 4AM.

It was at this point that my sensibility vanished. I bought a Snickers bar from a vending machine. Now, I moved to the UK after this product was renamed from Marathon to Snickers (something an ex-boyfriend of mine never forgave, to the point where he refused to eat the re-branded chocolate bar). I observed no such ban, and ate a few of these each year during my time in Britain.

Be that as it may, I found it almost impossible to choke down this sickly sweet brick of chocolate-covered nougat, caramel and peanuts. They must make them with a lot more sugar (or, more likely, high fructose corn syrup) in the US. I know my palate has changed from my time in Europe, to favour a less dense sweetness, but this was off the scale in terms of being cloying.

I guess it will be Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups from now on…