Over the past few months, all of the interns back here in the Cave have become quite close. One of the things we bond over is our shared addiction to Monster Mix trail mix. I know you’re thinking “Trail Mix?! What’s so tasty about that?!” Well Monster Mix, my friends, is not your average trail mix. Oh no. Monster Mix starts with some peanuts, and that’s about where it deviates from average. Next comes chocolate chips. And if that’s not enough chocolate for you, they’ve thrown in a bonus: M&Ms. Then there’s peanut butter morsels and raisins. Yummmmmy. Oh right, and crack. Janell (the only intern who doesn’t imbibe in The Mix) is convinced there’s gotta be some of that in there too. It would explain why we get all finicky and jittery when we haven’t had a handful in a while.
The obsession has begun to take over our lives. We now have a weekly funds collection so we can buy our jar for next week (collected, of course, in an old Monster Mix jar). Yea, we eat a jar a week – over two pounds of Mix. Actually, lately it’s been more like a jar and a half a week. It’s gotten really bad. The worst part is, we only have a month left together. Then what? I can’t afford to sustain my addiction on my own! I’ll go into physical and psychological withdrawals, complete with the shakes and hallucinations. What am I going to do? This is gonna be bad! Oh man, I gotta calm down. Gotta get myself another handful, stat!

