Ahhhh my favorite, Crix biscuits, man how I loved those. I would sneak a bag of it from the kitchen, tip toed to the fridge, got a jar of Guava jelly, humming softly with delight. Spread the jelly on the Crix biscuits, do a little dance, but stopped as the wooden floors creaked, looked around to make sure I would not get caught in the act. Before I knew it the bag was almost empty, I thought about putting some of them back in the bag, too late, that Guava jelly was all over them. So I wrapped up the rest and tucked them in my pants pocket, maybe this bag will be forgotten. I snuck into my room, cringing every time the floorboards creaked. I would sit at the window, looking out at the ocean crunching on Crix, covered with Guava jelly.
Ahhhhhhh yes, Guava, Guava jam, Guava jelly, Guava ice-cream, Guava juice, or just fining a tree on top of a hill, climbing to the top, sitting on the highest branch looked over a field and pick the fruit one by one and eat while taking in the scenery. Ahhh yes, boyhood days.