Junk Food Heaven
Junk Food Heaven
insight Pre-Intermediate Student’s Book Unit 3 pp.36–37 © Oxford University Press 2014 1
“What’s that?” my wife asked in the special tone of voice
with which she often addresses me in retail establishments.
“Breakfast,” I panted as I rushed past, “and don’t even think
about putting any of it back and getting muesli.”
It was the breakfast pizza that finally made my wife snap.
She looked at the box and said, “No.”
“I beg your pardon, my sweet?”
“You are not bringing home something called breakfast
pizza. I will let you have” – she reached into the trolley for
some samples – “Cookie Crisp and toaster strudel and …”
She lifted out a packet she hadn’t noticed before. “What’s
this?”
I looked over her shoulder. “Microwave pancakes,” I said.
“Microwave pancakes,” she repeated, but with less
enthusiasm.
“Isn’t science wonderful?”
“You’re going to eat it all,” she said. “Every bit of everything
that you don’t put back on the shelves now. You do
understand that?”
“Of course,” I said in my sincerest voice.
And do you know she actually made me eat it. I spent weeks
working my way through a symphony of junk food, and it
was awful. Every bit of it.
insight Pre-Intermediate Student’s Book Unit 3 pp.36–37 © Oxford University Press 2014 2