Hot Take: My Snack Drawer Is My Whole Personality
Some people have five-year plans. I have a drawer full of drink mixes, leftover Easter candy, and a rogue peanut butter packet I squeeze straight into my mouth like a toddler with an applesauce pouch. I rawdog peanut butter. No shame in my snack game.
I’ve had a snack drawer in every season of life.
As a kid, it lived in my nightstand. Stocked with Oreos, saltine crackers, and two emergency water bottles like I was preparing for a solo apocalypse. I was eight and ready for anything.
In college? Same setup. Same loyalty. I restocked it every grocery run like it was sacred ritual. That snack drawer got me through all-nighters, roommate drama, and the occasional identity crisis.
Now? I’m a grown woman with a full-time job, a husband, and a child. And yes, I’ve only leveled up. There’s a snack drawer in my kitchen. A snack drawer in my bedroom. One in my office. And when it’s not 100 degrees outside, there’s a Ziploc bag in my glovebox that I choose to call a car snack drawer because I believe in preparedness on all fronts.
Just the other day, a coworker popped into my office before a meeting and asked if she could grab me something while she went out for lunch. I said, “Ooh maybe, where are you going?” But mid-sentence, I had a horrifying realization and cut her off:
“Oh wait. I literally already ate lunch.”
Like… fully forgot I’d already had an entire meal. Why? Because my snack drawer fed me.
And don’t go assuming I’m just emotionally eating and need to work on my self-control. Because while you’re mostly correct, you’re also completely wrong. I snack instead of meals. No idea why, it just works for me. I’m a grazer. Basically a horse. If I eat a full meal, I’ll still snack anyway… so I might as well skip the meal and go full send on the somewhat healthy snacking.
This isn’t about being quirky. It’s about survival. It’s about emotional range and blood sugar management. It’s about knowing that some days, the only thing standing between you and a full spiral is a Trader Joe’s dark chocolate peanut butter cup and a bag of grapes.
I don’t just have a snack drawer.
I am a snack drawer.
xo, Kate
