Summer after my junior year in college, I interned at an engineering firm in Elmwood Park, New Jersey. At the building's cafeteria they had, among all the other snack-sized bags of Dorito's and pretzels and whatnot, Cheetos. Flamin' Hot Cheetos.
If you are not familiar, Flamin' Hot Cheetos are, in fact, hot. They're not burn-your-face-off hot, but they are decently hot (to me: please remember I am from New Jersey). The way they get ya is, you eat one or two rather tentatively, and then you get distracted and pop a few in your mouth in quick succession, boom boom boom, and then all the hot gets backed up in your mouth and AHHHH! That's how they get ya. They're also bright red. They fucking kick ass.
I could never find them anywhere else besides that cafeteria. I looked everywhere. I even checked the Frito-Lay website, and they said that they make them still, but it's not like the site had a map of where they distribute which product lines, so it really didn't help at all.
Then last week there appeared at every Wawa a display rack of new Frito-Lay products. They're regular 3-D Doritos and Cheetos and whatnot, but they're packaged in a tall slender plastic thing that fits in one's cupholder. And there's a cap into which you can shake a few of your corn products, and eat from that. It's actually a pretty useful product, though of course it's an immense waste of plastic, and it's a dollar and change for not that much food.
BUT THE CHEETOS ASTEROIDS COME IN "FLAMIN' HOT".
I bought a can, and ate it. I went back the next day and bought two more. I am in heaven. They need to make these things in freaking bags. I freaking love them.
I come from North Jersey, and we don't have Wawas there. So sometime last year, when I was hungry and in a Wawa, and saw that they had Beef Stew, and subsequently bought it (and a roll for dippin'), it was my first Wawa Beef Stew experience.
Man was I impressed. It was really really good. I have been on the lookout ever since, seriously ever, and I NEVER saw it again.
Then last Thursday when I was getting rip-roaringly drunk by myself, I spoke to a friend and he said he was coming over, and that he would stop at Wawa on the way, and did I want anything. I told him I'd take a hot dog, unless they had beef stew, which they wouldn't, but then I'd take that.
They had it, and man oh man did that beef stew taste FREAKING good. I went back to that same Wawa the next day, but alas, no more beef stew.
So Sunday on my way home, I hope against hope and stop at the Wawa, and there it is! Beef stew! I am elated. I get it home, I dig in, and . . .
Not as good. Good, but not delicious. Ah well.
Good sweet shit am I hungry.