It used to be called "Butter Lover's." I'm sure of it. But I noticed this particular package seems to be trying to expand its multi-cultural horizons. Y'know, taking language classes in the evenings. Wanting me to better myself, by proxy. And sharing vital information on the 0g de grasa trans sin colesterol inside of it-- to say it's corazone healthy.
It also contains a whole 3 bolsas... So value for pesos, too, really.
I feel slightly pressured to have it with an ice cold cerveza next time.
What's more, I suspect the microwave popcorn has been taking these evening classes en Espanol with my saltines.
Yes, the Zesta crackers for my soup have gone "originales." And they're not just saltines anymore, either. They're "galletas saltine"...
Galletas, here, meaning: "crush them up quickly before anyone notices you eat soup like a five-year-old... arriba, arriba, andalé!"
I thought for a moment I saw Ernie the Keebler Elf wearing a sombrero and poncho in the logo, baking the galletas saltine in his enchanted Saguaro cactus. But I guess I was mistaken.
Interestingly, my paper towels seem to be taking a French class at the same place the popcorn and saltines are digging the Spanish...
I grab an essuie-tout to wipe the mantequilla off my face, thus making every snack a moment worthy of a United Nations address.
And even my tea packet has chimed-in in its own special way. Right now it's trying to get me all introspective...
"The rhythm of life is when you experience your own body, mind and soul," it says with a wink.
(Well, it would wink if it had eyes. Trust me. It's a cheeky tea.)
So I guess there must be philosophy classes down at the same place all the cool, hip merchandise is becoming reeducated in languages.
Frankly, I think the tea is getting a little above itself. It sounds like it's been hanging out with the fortune cookies and the Snapple. Spending time on the shelves in witty banter, new age music tinkling in the background.
But hey-- at least it's in English.