Marianna Madriz

You’ve spent the past three years alone on a desert island. You build a raft and miraculously hit the mainland right in front of a Circle K. What’s the first thing into your mouth when you burst through its doors?

An abnormal amount of gummy worms, probably having no reservations and eating all flavours in no particular thinking order (… because I always tend to eat the blue and red ones first)

You’re the last survivor of avalanche that has trapped your party for a number of weeks. You may or may not have developed a taste for human flesh by the time you make it to the nearest supermarket. Which snack will welcome you home best?

BBQ flavoured crisps to ease myself into a more normalised meat eating diet.

You’ve just been released after forty years of wrongful imprisonment. In recompense, the Governor has offered you a lifetime supply of your favorite snack. What morsel will make everything alright?

That’s easy… OREOS.

You awake from a seven-year coma with a jolt. You sit straight up in your bed, and scream the name of the snack that you’ve been dreaming of all this time. What reveals itself at the top of your lungs?

The only snack I dream about, even in a lucid state, is Nucita. Like Nutella, only Venezuelan and with more wonky character designs.

You’ve been hiding out in the Russia from the U.S. Government for years now. You’re tired of borscht. What snack might you face charges of treason for?

Sorry folks, but if someone puts a bowl of Fruit Loops in front of me I must have it. And no imitations please, just the real sugar heavenly stuff. Do svidaniya!