The best nostalgia is the accidentally manufactured kind. Reading a John Carpenter comic book crossover and then eating apple sauce like when I was a kid and was up late watching movies and in need of a snack and being too lazy to make anything. Same as now, only now late is ten o’clock. Regular– maybe desperately not exciting–moment. Coincidence of refrigerator contents, time, and comic book release dates. Easy coincidences, the choice of apple sauce intentional. But still a fine indulgent moment, probably not even many calories.