I was thinking about M&Ms tonight.

We’d begun Birdman yesterday and not finished it.  So we began it again tonight and after dinner, John poured me a tiny bowl of M&Ms.

I don’t know why, but they symbolized something somewhat …  illusive to me.

When I was a child, I loved M&Ms.  Just plain ole milk chocolate M&Ms.  (Although when I was young, there were only two options … plain or peanut … I didn’t have the myriad of choices that exist in the M&M universe today).  I liked the simplicity of M&Ms and the crunch of the hard candy shell around the smooth milk chocolate.

As I grew up I drifted away from them, discovering Junior Mints, Caramello, Starburst and Creme Eggs.  And then the much more sophisticated desserts of the restaurant industry … chocolate mousse and creme brûlée and tiramisu and so many others my head spins.

But there’s really nothing more comforting to me than a plain M&M.  So now, as I curl up on the couch on a Saturday night, my husband next to me, I don’t need all the fanciful desserts garnished with spun sugar or pickled fruit.  I just need the candy that inspired magic in me as a small child.

It felt like a full circle moment …. the beginnings and the journey far away and then the return.  To the things that delighted my young, innocent mind. The mind that hadn’t been jaded and beaten and defeated.

Because there’s nothing quite as magical as eating some plain M&Ms while watching a movie on a Saturday night.

Xoxo, g